<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:51:02.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Error</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>139</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-2957876530197167874</id><published>2006-12-05T15:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T12:16:05.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'VE MOVED TO &lt;a href="http://imbitchtoo.blogdrive.com/"&gt;http://imbitchtoo.blogdrive.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-2957876530197167874?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/2957876530197167874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=2957876530197167874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/2957876530197167874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/2957876530197167874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2006/12/ive-moved-to-httpcrimson-ribbon.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-5651757703243185865</id><published>2006-12-05T08:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T10:20:23.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blogger is so not user-friendly anymore. I think I'm going to change my url soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a section outing yesterday with the HCI people. Bowling at Marina South. These are the people who shared a lane with us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;hireena - s for stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J&lt;/strong&gt;essica - j for joke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;ongyi - c for clever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W&lt;/strong&gt;engjun - w winner&lt;br /&gt;Joey&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;im - l for loser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, although wengjun was just a beginner, she scored the most.Her name probably brought her luck. As for me (the loser !) , okay, the first game, I took J as my inital and Jessica took L, so she scored the lowest 'cause she was the loser (!). Then the second game, we switched back and well, the stupid bowl wouldn't go the way I wanted (damn it), then hit one or two pins, but in the end I won Jessica ! Afterall, the status of a loser is better than someone who is a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to have steamboat... for lunch ? Obviously, it didn't work out. Steamboat for lunch?! Never heard of that, I cannot even imagine that either. Steamboat at night would be so much better, the atmosphere so &lt;em&gt;shiok&lt;/em&gt; ! Anyway I'll be going back to Marina South like today or guess, maybe tomorrow, or maybe the day after next. Nevermind, so we went to Marina Square... Food court... Walao, if outing want to &lt;em&gt;shiok&lt;/em&gt;, food also must &lt;em&gt;shiok&lt;/em&gt; what ! We live to eat man ! So Shee and I went to Sakae ! Eat until cannot eat ! While everyone eating lunch, the food in Sakae lasted me until... this morning's breakfast. The buffet is quite worthwhile, we ate more than 15 plates of sushi, so fun ! SHEE, we go bombard Sakae next time! (I TELL YOU AR, IF YOU ARE THINKING "WALAO, YOU RICH WE NOT RICH MAH" IN A VERY PISSED KIND OF MANNER, I TELL YOU AR, I REALLY BUAY TAHAN SUCH PEOPLE ! THIS IS CHEAPER THAN THE STEAMBOAT AND I DIDN'T HEAR ANYONE OBJECTING AGAINST EATING STEAMBOAT. IF YOU WANT TO COME AND TELL ME "YOU RICH MAH", SAVE IT OKAY ? I'LL TELL YOU AGAIN, SAKAE IS CHEAPER THAN STEAMBOAT AND YOU DIDN'T OBJECT ABOUT THE STEAMBOAT, SO YOU'D BETTER NOT COME AND OBJECT NOW.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe we were quite mean for sneaking away to Sakae. But of course everyone wants a memorable outing and to have a memorable outing, the food must also be nice and memorable, then the outing would be significant right ? Somebody out there will be thinking that we are &lt;em&gt;kan-bianing&lt;/em&gt; food court, well, I'm telling you we are not. I eat food court food like every week, if I &lt;em&gt;kan-bian&lt;/em&gt;, why would I still eat it ?&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;And you want me to go ALLLLL the way to Marina Square to eat food court food ? I might as well stay at home ! Food court food so much  monosodium glutamate, sorry hor, I need to save my hair. Dont't come and tell me Sakae also have. Walao, miso soup have, but we didn't drink. Btw, sushi is healthy okay, that's how the Japanese people so old yet so strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think some of the people went bowling again. Then there's this person (&lt;em&gt;wa piang eh !&lt;/em&gt;) dampen the whole thing ! Think before you speak, siew zhay ! So suah gu ! Look at the people around you first okay, before you speak. You are only making yourself look suah gu ! Haven't you seen a consultant ? Not that you should see, but while telling me the defination of horrendous, I think you should look at yourself first. The streets are roaming with people having that normal level of... well, I don't know how to put it. People are being normal, yet you put them down, hello please? Your sense of taste, your sense of taste ? I really wonder where you lost them. If you are telling me what you said, so that one can improve, your help would be appreciated. VERY MUCH. But then you know you are like... a grump teaching Christian Chua social etiquette. Okay, sorry, maybe you don't understand. It's like a earthworm teaching a chameleon how to change colour. Get it ? In a nutshell, you are in no position that say what you said, okay ? Think ! I'm not trying to say I'm not as suah gu as you or something, but well, if you want to tell someone to not do this do that, you must be a good example yourself but you are so totally not. Hello, you want to tell me what to do ? I know what to do. I see everyone doing what everyone calls okay (people have said okay, consultants have said okay) but here you are bitching (sorry, not you SHEE ! I know you high class bitch ! I trust your sense of being okay) about what I should do while you are not okay yourself ?! Haha, you're making a fool out of yourself man. Please, take a look at your FACE in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet she's just being &lt;em&gt;argh!&lt;/em&gt; because she can't fit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-5651757703243185865?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/5651757703243185865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=5651757703243185865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/5651757703243185865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/5651757703243185865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2006/12/blogger-is-so-not-user-friendly-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-9023917317242517505</id><published>2006-11-26T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T01:36:03.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HCI&lt;strong&gt;SO&lt;/strong&gt; and SN&lt;strong&gt;SO&lt;/strong&gt; : A JOINT AFFAIR&lt;br /&gt;24 November '06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a three-day camp to prepare us for the joint concert. On the first day, well, typical icebreakers. We played DOULE&lt;strong&gt;WHACKO&lt;/strong&gt;. We hardly know the HCI people and we ended up SN attack SN, HCI attack HCI. Sooo many people, sooo many names, I can't even remember any, I don't even know the names of the SN sec ones... How exactly am I supposed to play WHACKO then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were split into groups of 8, I think. They had to split shir and me up ! ): I was the only Sec three from SN, the only violin 1, so it was like &lt;em&gt;impossible to break the ice&lt;/em&gt;. Then we sort of stoned for like 20-30 minutes in the stony silence before we played &lt;strong&gt;TRUTH&lt;/strong&gt;OR&lt;strong&gt;DARE&lt;/strong&gt;. We had a whole two hours to waste, can't possibly stone for 2 hours, right? One of the dare was to eat a capful of SAMBALCHILLI, no water, no nothing. The HCI &lt;em&gt;kena&lt;/em&gt;, but he seemed very unaffected, and gulped &lt;em&gt;(gulped?!) &lt;/em&gt;the chilli down. I also&lt;em&gt; kena, &lt;/em&gt;but my dare was to slap either the PRESIDENT or V.PRESIDENT. Hahaha ! Too bad the V.P. crossed my path, then okay &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;, I slapped him, and he turned out to be violin 1 sectional leader.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lunch at 2.00. The rice is like guy's portion. Two girls can finish one packet even though we were sooo hungry. Then after that prac like&lt;em&gt; siao&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day, the HCI people came to our school. Played treasure hunt. Have to thank god it was held in our school instead of theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third day was like hell. We rehearsed the arrangement of chairs again and again. The teacher&lt;em&gt; (wa piang eh !)&lt;/em&gt;  still not happy, for the past two days she's been screaming at people, I sort of expected her to have sore throat on the third day but she's still strong and going. She screamed even louder than before, as if that's her last moment to use her voice. Then one of the guys &lt;em&gt;buay tahan&lt;/em&gt; already, omg, he shouted at the teacher ! He talked so fast until we cannot even distinguish the words, but he's still so pro ! Then he stomped into the backstage and in the process delibrately knocked the chairs down. (Just like shir had said, "his face look like trevor sze, his temper also like trevor sze.") I bet the teacher was thinking "om&lt;strong&gt;f&lt;/strong&gt;g, wt&lt;strong&gt;f &lt;/strong&gt;!", and she stood there stunned and shut up. Good for her. Bad that she recovered so fast from her shock, she started screaming unreasonably again. ):&lt;br /&gt;(Because of her, people start fighting at the backstage.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and he was the same guy who helped us open the door after cong's and my fruitless attempts to open the doors (door&lt;strong&gt;s&lt;/strong&gt;, not door), along with endless complains of "they locked the door? Huh? Why they locked the door ?! How to go in ?!" And he passed by and opened the door on his first try, after we banged and twisted the handle don't know how many times. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stage is so cramped, I hardly had any space to play my violin. I stabbed MA's stand partner twice in the back, bounced my bow at WM's (he got a huge shock, sort of almost jumped in the chair, 'cause no one would have expected to be hit on the head. Hahaha !), then my stand partner's bow poked me don't know how many times, it tickles okay ?! Made me lose count... ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the most tiring concert ever. Made me stand in the dark for sooo long, sit on the wooden chair butt hurt like hell. The school's big like don't know what, walk for three days still can't get familiarize with the way. One building's so far from the other, my legs hurt &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt; !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-9023917317242517505?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/9023917317242517505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=9023917317242517505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/9023917317242517505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/9023917317242517505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2006/11/hci-so-and-sn-so-joint-affair-24.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-115970074782334139</id><published>2006-10-01T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T19:05:47.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EXAMINATIONS IN PROGRESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEEP OUT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-115970074782334139?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/115970074782334139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=115970074782334139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/115970074782334139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/115970074782334139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2006/10/examinations-in-progress.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-115832074773295538</id><published>2006-09-15T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T19:45:47.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JOEY&lt;br /&gt;I get &lt;strong&gt;irritated&lt;/strong&gt; when people think they are &lt;strong&gt;irritating&lt;/strong&gt; me but they are &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JANE&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; how to get you&lt;strong&gt; irritated&lt;/strong&gt; because I know you get&lt;strong&gt; irritated&lt;/strong&gt; when I think I am &lt;strong&gt;irritating &lt;/strong&gt;you but I am &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-115832074773295538?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/115832074773295538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=115832074773295538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/115832074773295538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/115832074773295538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2006/09/joey-i-get-irritated-when-people-think.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-115823623682535816</id><published>2006-09-14T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T20:17:16.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Study group is nice too !&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You pray to Jesus, you fail your exam. You see you pray to &lt;em&gt;guan yin&lt;/em&gt; your exams so good."&lt;br /&gt;-Quoted from some &lt;strong&gt;RANDOM&lt;/strong&gt; person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's this biasness ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-115823623682535816?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/115823623682535816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=115823623682535816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/115823623682535816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/115823623682535816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2006/09/study-group-is-nice-too-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-115786534935610041</id><published>2006-09-10T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T13:15:49.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Car wash&lt;br /&gt;at &lt;strong&gt;Canaan&lt;/strong&gt; Church !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;j&lt;/strong&gt;ane + &lt;strong&gt;j&lt;/strong&gt;oey + &lt;strong&gt;j&lt;/strong&gt;asmine !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-115786534935610041?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/115786534935610041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=115786534935610041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/115786534935610041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/115786534935610041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2006/09/car-wash-at-canaan-church-jane-joey.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-115728883068496597</id><published>2006-09-03T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T21:07:55.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PROPHET&lt;br /&gt;a novel&lt;br /&gt;by FRANK E. PERETTI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-115728883068496597?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/115728883068496597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=115728883068496597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/115728883068496597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/115728883068496597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2006/09/prophet-novel-by-frank-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-115580944186695952</id><published>2006-08-17T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T18:10:41.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Week 7 passed so fast. Too fast.&lt;br /&gt;How sad to see week 7 flash by. Like it didn't even exist.&lt;br /&gt;No school at all. No homework. No nothing. Actually, there's homework. Only they didn't give us additional homework during that week.&lt;br /&gt;That's nice.&lt;br /&gt;How National Day passed so fast. Too fast. That I didn't even have time to glance at the parade on tv.&lt;br /&gt;That's sad.&lt;br /&gt;Ice skating's fun. How I wish we could have it again. But nevermind, now it's time to get all serious.&lt;br /&gt;Fine.&lt;br /&gt;Week 8's ending. This is like such a boring week. In fact everyday's a boring day. The pasar malam doesn't add interest to me anymore. Like it used to.&lt;br /&gt;Oh crap.&lt;br /&gt;Bio was fun though ! You should hear the stories that Ms Lim said. Almost two periods spent on storytelling. Haha, as usual; at this time of the year when we're learning about sexual reproduction they class just gets really high and enthu. And I wonder why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-115580944186695952?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/115580944186695952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=115580944186695952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/115580944186695952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/115580944186695952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2006/08/week-7-passed-so-fast_17.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-115510394282702576</id><published>2006-08-09T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T14:12:22.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ice skating would have been much more fun if&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i) the skates didn't hurt&lt;br /&gt;ii) my ankles wouldn't curve in and out and whatever&lt;br /&gt;iii) I didn't have any blisters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now my gloves stinks ; my jacket stinks ; my jeans stinks !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause of ICE ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, maybe FRIDAY would be more fun now that I can fall less on my ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-115510394282702576?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/115510394282702576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=115510394282702576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/115510394282702576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/115510394282702576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2006/08/ice-skating-would-have-been-much-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-115473595587471481</id><published>2006-08-05T07:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T07:59:15.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Your idea of the word 'try' :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHUAI !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your idea of Confucius :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Johnny KONG !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEEEEEEEEEEEEEE END.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-115473595587471481?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/115473595587471481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=115473595587471481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/115473595587471481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/115473595587471481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2006/08/your-idea-of-word-try-chuai-your-idea.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-115450902452669898</id><published>2006-08-02T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T16:57:05.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a tinnee bit bored. A need to destress after :&lt;br /&gt;i)   chem test&lt;br /&gt;ii)  maths test&lt;br /&gt;iii) chinese test&lt;br /&gt;iv) SPA Exam&lt;br /&gt;all in 2 days. We've got worse though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start Time: 1617&lt;br /&gt;If u were a skittle what color would you be: I like the dark violet one !&lt;br /&gt;Chinese Zodiac: Goat&lt;br /&gt;Horoscrope: Pisces&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Color: Yellowish-green !&lt;br /&gt;Glasses: I want contacts.&lt;br /&gt;Braces: I want braces.&lt;br /&gt;Piercing/tattoos: I want tattoos.&lt;br /&gt;Alcohol: I like Margarita.&lt;br /&gt;Cut your own hair: Ya. My mother just freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;Did you do something in the past month that you regret: Oh yes I did.&lt;br /&gt;Get Drunk: No, but I got drunk in June, which just seems like yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Kissed someone who isn't ur g/f or b/f: Hey, no.&lt;br /&gt;Skipped school: I tried. With valid reason. Or so they think.&lt;br /&gt;Bungee jumped: I wouldn't waste $25 for a moment of electric shock.&lt;br /&gt;Dumped someone: I wonder would there ever ?&lt;br /&gt;Been arrested: No.&lt;br /&gt;Won something: Oh ya.&lt;br /&gt;Do Drugs: I like ice. It makes me high.&lt;br /&gt;Been Broke Financially: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Been rejected: Ey, no.&lt;br /&gt;Been to a funeral: Ya.&lt;br /&gt;Used a lighter: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Been on stage: You don't have to remind me.&lt;br /&gt;Season: Winter !&lt;br /&gt;Food: Chilli crab !&lt;br /&gt;Ice cream flavor: Lemon.&lt;br /&gt;School subject(s): Bio !&lt;br /&gt;Drink(s): Green tea.&lt;br /&gt;Book(s): I'm thinking...&lt;br /&gt;Movie(s): Pirates of the Caribbean ! No no ! Anything with Johhny Depp in it !&lt;br /&gt;State: Sydney ? Coz that's where Elisa is !&lt;br /&gt;Place: I want to go Australia !&lt;br /&gt;Sport to watch: The last channel I'll turn to is the sports channel.&lt;br /&gt;Place to study: Macs opposite school.&lt;br /&gt;Letter(s): J !&lt;br /&gt;Restaurant(s): I like Sakae ! I like Soup too !&lt;br /&gt;Cartoon Character(s) : I don't watch cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;TV Station(s): Singapore's tv programmes are sub-standard.&lt;br /&gt;Name for a son: Jack&lt;br /&gt;Name for a daughter: and Jill. Perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla: Choco !&lt;br /&gt;Ice cream or chocolate: Ice cream !&lt;br /&gt;Long relationships or one night stands: Let's see. Eternal love or whatever you call this nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;Dogs or cats: Both !&lt;br /&gt;Scary movies or comedies: Anything Johnny Depp ! Which makes it comedy in general.&lt;br /&gt;Short hair or long: I have short hair.&lt;br /&gt;Croutons or bacon bits: Bacon !&lt;br /&gt;Mexicans: Ketchup.&lt;br /&gt;School: Study !&lt;br /&gt;Grass: Cow.&lt;br /&gt;Cow: Milk.&lt;br /&gt;Canada: Maple.&lt;br /&gt;Mouse: Mice.&lt;br /&gt;Hands: Cookie.&lt;br /&gt;Watched a movie: No.&lt;br /&gt;Talked on the phone: All I did was say "hello" and "bye" while the gaps between were filled with incesssant nagging.&lt;br /&gt;Cried: No.&lt;br /&gt;Threw up: No.&lt;br /&gt;Drank a glass of water: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Done Drugs: No.&lt;br /&gt;Read a book or magazine: Yes. Dracula, Duzhe, The Joy Luck Club.&lt;br /&gt;Watched TV: No.&lt;br /&gt;Looked in the mirror: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Taken a shower: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Taken a picture: No.&lt;br /&gt;Listened to music: No.&lt;br /&gt;Kissed someone: No.&lt;br /&gt;Told someone you liked them: I can't bear the consequences.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-115450902452669898?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/115450902452669898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=115450902452669898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/115450902452669898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/115450902452669898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2006/08/just-tinnee-bit-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-115414358382880019</id><published>2006-07-29T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T11:26:23.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I &lt;b&gt;don't&lt;/b&gt; want !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You &lt;b&gt;*beep*&lt;/b&gt;, man !&lt;br /&gt;I curse you till your &lt;b&gt;*beep*&lt;/b&gt; drop off !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 storkes of cane; a life sentence !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to start a &lt;b&gt;self-fulfilling prophecy&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I say your &lt;b&gt;*beep*&lt;/b&gt; drop off means your &lt;b&gt;*beep*&lt;/b&gt; drop off !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, never pick a twenty cent coin off the floor man ! Expecially during seventh month ! You definitely don't want to see anything !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh ! Seventh month occur twice this year. I don't want to see you &lt;b&gt;*beep*&lt;/b&gt; twice lah !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;*beep*&lt;/b&gt; off lah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-115414358382880019?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/115414358382880019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=115414358382880019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/115414358382880019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/115414358382880019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-dont-want-you-beep-man-i-curse-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-115363300610170639</id><published>2006-07-23T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T13:36:46.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Single or taken &lt;strong&gt;single&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex &lt;strong&gt;female&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday &lt;strong&gt;1903&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siblings &lt;strong&gt;none&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eye color &lt;strong&gt;dark brown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoe size &lt;strong&gt;38 china size&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;height &lt;strong&gt;156&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you wearing right now &lt;strong&gt;pasar malam dress&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Righty or lefty &lt;strong&gt;righty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite place to shop &lt;strong&gt;bookshop&lt;/strong&gt; i don't like buying clothes !&lt;br /&gt;Favorite kind of pants &lt;strong&gt;shorts&lt;/strong&gt; i don't wear pants !&lt;br /&gt;Color &lt;strong&gt;yellow-green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Number(s) &lt;strong&gt;16 12&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animal &lt;strong&gt;anything !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alcoholic i drank only once, don't know what that was though&lt;br /&gt;Non-alcoholic &lt;strong&gt;green tea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast-Food Place &lt;strong&gt;macs &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Month&lt;strong&gt; march&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie &lt;strong&gt;anything Johnny Depp !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juice &lt;strong&gt;cranberry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast &lt;strong&gt;American !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite cartoon character(s) i don't watch any&lt;br /&gt;Given anyone a bath &lt;strong&gt;no &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bunjee jumped &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made yourself throw-up &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Eaten a hot dog &lt;strong&gt;yes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put your tongue on a frozen pole &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; sheesh ! ice-cube hurts enough !&lt;br /&gt;Loved someone so much it made you cry &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken a bone &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Played truth or dare &lt;strong&gt;yes &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been in a police car &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been on a plane &lt;strong&gt;yes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been in a sauna &lt;strong&gt;yes&lt;/strong&gt; then i decided to quit within a second&lt;br /&gt;Been in a hot tub &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Swam in the ocean &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fallen asleep in school &lt;strong&gt;yes&lt;/strong&gt; that's when zhangchunyu slammed her mouse didn't she ?&lt;br /&gt;Ran away &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; crossed my mind once though&lt;br /&gt;Broken someone's heart i don't know&lt;br /&gt;Cried when someone died &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cried in school&lt;strong&gt; yes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fallen off your chair &lt;strong&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Sat by the phone all night waiting for someone &lt;strong&gt;no &lt;/strong&gt;didn't I say I detest phone calls ?&lt;br /&gt;Saved e-mails &lt;strong&gt;yes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fallen for one of your best friends &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used someone i think i did, well, i emphasize on the word &lt;strong&gt;'did'&lt;/strong&gt;, okay?&lt;br /&gt;Been cheated on &lt;strong&gt;yes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your good luck charm don't have one&lt;br /&gt;Best song you ever heard i haven't got any&lt;br /&gt;Stupidest thing you have ever done i'm not telling !&lt;br /&gt;What color is your room &lt;strong&gt;beige&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Last thing you said &lt;strong&gt;-------- you suck&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is beside you &lt;strong&gt;bed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of shampoo do you use &lt;strong&gt;palmolive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Best thing that has happened to u in the last year i can't remember&lt;br /&gt;Worst i can't remember either&lt;br /&gt;Chicken pox &lt;strong&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Broken nose &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Believe in love at first sight &lt;strong&gt;perhaps&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like picnics&lt;strong&gt; okay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat a live hamster for $1,000,000 dollars &lt;strong&gt;probably&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were stuck on an island, what people would you want with you? &lt;strong&gt;my wandering ghost ! my besties ! JOHNNY DEPP !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person u talked to &lt;strong&gt;banana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Best person in ur life who ? what ? what ?&lt;br /&gt;What makes you laugh the most i don't know&lt;br /&gt;You yelled at can't remember&lt;br /&gt;Who told you they loved you &lt;strong&gt;besties !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Who is your loudest friend &lt;strong&gt;ELISA !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear glasses or contacts &lt;strong&gt;specs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like yourself i don't know&lt;br /&gt;Do you get along with your family i don't want to start a slef-fulfilling prophecy&lt;br /&gt;Stolen anything over $50 &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obsessive &lt;strong&gt;with JOHNNY DEPP !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compulsive i don't know&lt;br /&gt;A Liar maybe a white liar&lt;br /&gt;Suicidal you wanna bet ?&lt;br /&gt;Skiing or Boarding neither&lt;br /&gt;Fall or Winter &lt;strong&gt;winter &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silver or Gold &lt;strong&gt;silver&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diamonds or pearls &lt;strong&gt;diamonds&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunset or Sunrise &lt;strong&gt;sunset&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sprite or 7up anything&lt;br /&gt;orange juice or apple juice&lt;strong&gt; apple&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cats or dogs anything !&lt;br /&gt;Coffee or tea &lt;strong&gt;tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Phone or in person depends on which situation i'm in, okay ?&lt;br /&gt;Indoor or outdoor&lt;strong&gt; indoor&lt;/strong&gt; plus air-con at full blast&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to right now&lt;strong&gt; sounds from the tv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;What did you do yesterday nothing worth mentioning&lt;br /&gt;Where do you want to get married &lt;strong&gt;hollywood ! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could change anything about yourself, what would it be there's loads&lt;br /&gt;Are you a good driver i would be if I had a car&lt;br /&gt;Are you a good Singer &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; you wouldn't appreciate it anyway&lt;br /&gt;What do you dream about &lt;strong&gt;my prince charming !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-115363300610170639?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/115363300610170639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=115363300610170639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/115363300610170639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/115363300610170639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2006/07/single-or-taken-single-sex-female.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-115348977256117961</id><published>2006-07-21T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T21:49:32.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; wonder why your mouse didn't fall into two parts or more. To think it &lt;strong&gt;faithfully&lt;/strong&gt; remain as a whole even after you've abused it &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your &lt;strong&gt;poor&lt;/strong&gt; mouse; &lt;strong&gt;poor&lt;/strong&gt; us; our &lt;strong&gt;poor&lt;/strong&gt; ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You shouldn't just expect us to &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; sleep in class especially when your lesson is so goddamn &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;interesting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; YOUR LESSON, MAN.&lt;br /&gt;WE SHOULD ALWAYS PAY ATTENTION.&lt;br /&gt;TO THINGS THAT TOTALLY &lt;strong&gt;DOESN'T&lt;/strong&gt; HELP US DURING O'S.&lt;br /&gt;LIKE HELL WE CARE WHICH AUTHOR WROTE THIS OR THAT.&lt;br /&gt;LIKE HELL WE CARE WHAT ESSAY IS WRITTEN BY THIS RANDOM PERSON.&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T CARE YOU KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;I BET HALF THE CLASS DON'T TOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But normal people would rather slam their table with their hand instead of with their &lt;strong&gt;mouse&lt;/strong&gt; ? Your poor, delicate, vulnerable little mouse. I pray your mouse malfunction soon, in order to protect our poor, delicate, vulnerable little ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless you; bless your mouse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-115348977256117961?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/115348977256117961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=115348977256117961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/115348977256117961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/115348977256117961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-really-wonder-why-your-mouse-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-115339555617728385</id><published>2006-07-20T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T19:39:16.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRINCE/DELEGATE OF &lt;b&gt;TIBET&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the &lt;b&gt;ROYAL&lt;/b&gt; family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be PRINCE OF &lt;b&gt;KENTUCKY&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe PRINCE OF &lt;b&gt;OWENSBORO&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my story :&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, I fell in love with this random person but somehow she died. Currently she's the sorrowful and dejected WANDERING GHOST along the halls of... Don't know what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right now, the &lt;b&gt;current&lt;/b&gt; PRINCESS just insists that I'm the PRINCE that's crazy head over heels with her. I'm not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-115339555617728385?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/115339555617728385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=115339555617728385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/115339555617728385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/115339555617728385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-am-princedelegate-of-tibet-in-royal.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-115323684726387784</id><published>2006-07-18T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T23:34:07.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aye, this is a nice skin.&lt;br /&gt;No, this is a nice skin because of &lt;b&gt;DEPP&lt;/b&gt;'s existence.&lt;br /&gt;Aye, only because of his existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get my ADOBE PHOTOSHOP or PAINT SHOP PRO, I'll create a skin of my own.&lt;br /&gt;With &lt;b&gt;DEPP&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;DEPP&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;DEPP&lt;/b&gt;. No one else. &lt;b&gt;DEPP&lt;/b&gt; will be right &lt;strong&gt;SMACK&lt;/strong&gt; in the &lt;strong&gt;CENTRE&lt;/strong&gt; of the page. &lt;strong&gt;MY JOHNNY DEPP !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was eaten by the KRAKEN. The KRAKEN looks really cool, if he wasn't part of DAVY JONES. Oh well, WORLD'S END will be released next year !&lt;br /&gt;So meanwhile, &lt;strong&gt;JOHNNY DEPP&lt;/strong&gt; is still stuck in the KRAKEN !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aye, Captain Jack Sparrow ! Oh man, oh man, oh man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-115323684726387784?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/115323684726387784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=115323684726387784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/115323684726387784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/115323684726387784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2006/07/aye-this-is-nice-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-115313359281090382</id><published>2006-07-17T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T19:05:24.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My computer crashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's &lt;b&gt;currently&lt;/b&gt; crashing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT somehow I'm still able to type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, my mouse doesn't work. And previously, my monitor doesn't work either. Worst of all, my CPU enjoys restarting itself at UNEXPECTED times. This is so &lt;b&gt;PISSIFYING&lt;/b&gt; ! And this just means that my computer might just shut down on me while I'm blogging and somewhat thinking of &lt;b&gt;JOHNNY DEPP&lt;/b&gt; ! This &lt;b&gt;sucks&lt;/b&gt; alot because the internet's the ONLY way to link me to &lt;b&gt;DEPP&lt;/b&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with &lt;b&gt;DEPP&lt;/b&gt; since &lt;b&gt;CHARLIE AND THE CHOCOLATE FACTORY&lt;/b&gt; and is currently falling in love with him again since &lt;b&gt;PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN : DEAD MAN'S CHEST&lt;/b&gt;. Well, half the movie I was just drooling over Nacho Cheese, the other half, I was drooling over &lt;b&gt;JOHNNY DEPP&lt;/b&gt; ! Oh man, how I wish he was my &lt;b&gt;PRINCE CHARMING&lt;/b&gt;... But he isn't and will never be. THAT'S A VERY &lt;b&gt;DEVASTATING&lt;/b&gt; NEWS. THE 2ND MOST, I MEAN. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love SLEEPOVERS ! I love JANE ! I love SLEEPOVERS because JANE was here ! I love SLEEPOVERS because JANE was here to SLEEPOVER at my house ! :D Well, the only reason she did was because she LOVE my buddy TOO MUCH. And therefore, I thank my buddy for that !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I LOVE &lt;b&gt;JOHNNY DEPP&lt;/b&gt; MORE !&lt;br /&gt;Actually... NOT. My PRINCE CHARMING still exists in this little island called SINGAPORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting. YOU IDIOT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-115313359281090382?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/115313359281090382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=115313359281090382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/115313359281090382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/115313359281090382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-computer-crashed.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-115242213728988842</id><published>2006-07-09T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T13:18:08.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DO's and DON'Ts at a wedding dinner:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 ONE MUST ARRIVE LATE&lt;br /&gt;only then would you not get called to the VIP table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 ONE MUST ALWAYS ENSURE THAT YOU ARE NOT CALLED UP AS VIP&lt;br /&gt;only then would you be allowed to have free sitting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 ONE MUST ENSURE THAT YOU HAVE THE FREEDOM OF CHOOSING WHERE YOU WANT TO SIT&lt;br /&gt;only then would you be able to choose to socialize with the people around you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 ONE MUST NOT BE SOCIALABLE&lt;br /&gt;only then would you have the least people sitting with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 ONE MUST ALWAYS SIT AT THE TABLE WITH THE LEAST PEOPLE&lt;br /&gt;only then would get to eat most of the food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 ONE MUST ALWAYS GET THE MOST FOOD&lt;br /&gt;only then would you be able to uphold your Singaporean identity 'KIASU'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 ONE MUST BE KIASU&lt;br /&gt;if not you won't get to eat that sharks' fin anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 ONE MUST NOT SIT WITH YOUR PARENTS AND YOUR AUNTS AND UNCLES&lt;br /&gt;only then would you not feel this extremely large generation gap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I went to this wedding dinner. Someone's wedding dinner. Actually, I don't even know this person, I don't even know her existence. But anyway, I learnt that she's my cousin and I've never ever seen her before ! BIANG EH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite pissed off actually. For a thousand reasons. But if I say them out, they would be selfish desires (rings a bell ? some line from JLC)! WHICH IS SO WRONG !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agreed to go for the dinner only because of the food. Like when else can you eat sharks' fin, abalone, blah blah blah ? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm so bored. SO BORED. I wouldn't even update if ERI hadn't tag my board. Okay ERI my pillar of motivation. HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-115242213728988842?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/115242213728988842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=115242213728988842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/115242213728988842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/115242213728988842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2006/07/dos-and-donts-at-wedding-dinner-1-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-115189346870293569</id><published>2006-07-03T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T10:29:53.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friday : Preperation for next day's open house. We had to do up this &lt;strong&gt;Chongqing&lt;/strong&gt; board but before that... I mean, in the midst of preperation, we had a &lt;strong&gt;many-course meal&lt;/strong&gt;. That's the &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; time when I've spent the most on our canteen's food ! I had orange bowl, then curry tau pok, and then sweet corn. Okay, doesn't sound alot of food to you... But then, if you were there, you would have seen dramatic effect on your waist ! Then Shenana, Huimin, Shi'ai and Naima bought a whole load of other rubbish too ! Perfect 10-course meal ? Think we've got more than that, but anyway, this just reminds me of &lt;strong&gt;Chongqing&lt;/strong&gt;, when we get so much food on the table everyday ! Well, the only flaw is that - we didn't get to eat watermelon for dessert. Had ice-creams instead. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, while we were doing our board, Shi'ai has this sudden urge to '&lt;strong&gt;drop&lt;/strong&gt; her eyes'. I mean, she wanted to put eyedrops into her eyes, but somehow, what came out of her mouth was, "Go fam lounge with me, I want to &lt;strong&gt;drop&lt;/strong&gt; my eyes." So Huimin accompanied her to &lt;strong&gt;drop&lt;/strong&gt; her eyes. After &lt;strong&gt;dropping&lt;/strong&gt; her eyes for like half an hour plus plus plus, Sheenana called Huimin to return to the class. But Huimin reply was, "Oh, Shi'ai &lt;strong&gt;looking for&lt;/strong&gt; her eyes." Okay lah ! By the time they came back, my 100-plus wasn't cold anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday : Open house. Introduce our &lt;strong&gt;Chongqing&lt;/strong&gt; board to parents. Okay, but I didn't. Somehow I found the CD far more interesting. Sorry, but really ! I did a combined introduction with Sheenana in the end okay ? Though it failed terribly. English Chinese &lt;strong&gt;fen bu qing&lt;/strong&gt;. XD ! Then after the open house, we went Tau Huey stall for Tau Huey-cum-French fries break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naima : How much is &lt;strong&gt;one&lt;/strong&gt; twister fries?&lt;br /&gt;Joey : Don't know. They don't sell one twister fry.&lt;br /&gt;Huimin (asks Mac's staff) : How much is the small twister fries?&lt;br /&gt;Mac's staff : We don't have small, we only have medium and large.&lt;br /&gt;Naima : How much is the medium one?&lt;br /&gt;The Mac's staff answers.&lt;br /&gt;Joey : Okay. Give me one medium fries. &lt;strong&gt;Not curly one&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Mac's staff : So you want medium NORMAL fries ?&lt;br /&gt;Joey : Ya.&lt;br /&gt;Huimin (asks Naima) : How much is &lt;strong&gt;one&lt;/strong&gt; twister fry ?&lt;br /&gt;Naima : The price divided by the number of fries inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-115189346870293569?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/115189346870293569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=115189346870293569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/115189346870293569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/115189346870293569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2006/07/friday-preperation-for-next-days-open.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-115182010799416785</id><published>2006-07-02T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T14:01:48.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Therefore I am 55% guy-ish and 45% girlish . Nooo, how can this be ? This is SO WRONG !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUY-ISH:&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you own a jersey...&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you like being sweaty&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you love mud&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you've played at least one sport on a team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[x] you've played more than 1 sport for fun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you hate pink&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you love hoodies and jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[x] pranks are fun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] dogs are better than cats&lt;br /&gt;[ ] its funny when people get hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total = 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;[ ] shopping is torture&lt;br /&gt;[ ] pulling heads off dolls isnt creepy.. its fun&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you dont cry&lt;br /&gt;[ ] sad movies suck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[x] girl drama is stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;[ ] painting your nails is weird/stupid&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you own a ps2&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you own an xbox&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you own a gamecube&lt;br /&gt;[ ] at some point in time you wanted to be a firefighter&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you own a psp&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you own ps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total = 1&lt;br /&gt;[x] you used to be obsessed with power rangers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you watch sports center&lt;br /&gt;[ ] sports on tv are awesome&lt;br /&gt;[ ] gorey movies are the best&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you arent scared of anything (or thats what you tell people)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you take part in "male bonding"&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you only go to your dad for advice&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you own like a trillion baseball caps&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you aren't sensitive&lt;br /&gt;[ ] no pain no gain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total = 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you like going to football games&lt;br /&gt;[ ] night games rock&lt;br /&gt;[ ] spiders and bugs are cool&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you like to freak out your sister or brother&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you used to or do collect baseball cards&lt;br /&gt;[ ] baggy pants are cool&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you get sports illustrated/other sports/guy magazine&lt;br /&gt;[ ] fire is cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[x] you don't babysit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you're immature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total = 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] its kinda weird to have sleepovers with a bunch of people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[x] green black red or blue or silver are your favorite color(s)&lt;br /&gt;[x] romantic comedies are boring&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you dont care about watching your weight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[x] you hate dressing up&lt;br /&gt;[x]you dont care about your hair&lt;br /&gt;[x] you love to go crazy and not care what people think&lt;br /&gt;[x] climbing is fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;[ ] contact sports like football are fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total = 6&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRL-ISH:&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you wear lip gloss.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you shop&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you wear eyeliner&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you buy different colored shirts&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you wear halters and tube tops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total = 0&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[x] you dont like shopping at hot topic&lt;br /&gt;[x] you wear the color pink&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you consider cheerleading a sport&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you hate wearing the color black&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you love hanging at the mall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total = 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;[ ] you like getting manicures and pedicures&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you like wearing jewlery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[x] skirts are a part of your wardrobe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;[ ]a long time doing your hair&lt;br /&gt;[ ] shopping is one of your favorite hobbies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total = 4&lt;br /&gt;[x] you hate the movie star wars&lt;br /&gt;[x] you cry in movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;[ ] you are/were in cheerleading, gymnastics, or dance&lt;br /&gt;[ ] it takes you more than 1/2 hour to get dressed and put on other accesories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[x]You smile a lot more than u should&lt;br /&gt;Total = 3&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 9&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-115182010799416785?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/115182010799416785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=115182010799416785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/115182010799416785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/115182010799416785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2006/07/therefore-i-am-55-guy-ish-and-45.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-115158499857061740</id><published>2006-06-29T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T13:46:33.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>List 20 friends in random order:&lt;br /&gt;1. TANGitien&lt;br /&gt;2. elisaKANG&lt;br /&gt;3. shireenaLEONG&lt;br /&gt;4. LUshi'ai&lt;br /&gt;5. eriSASAKI&lt;br /&gt;6. CHEWhuimin&lt;br /&gt;7. raphTEO&lt;br /&gt;8. davinSNG&lt;br /&gt;9. graceYEE&lt;br /&gt;10. elizabethNG&lt;br /&gt;11. janeKHOR&lt;br /&gt;12. maryanneNG&lt;br /&gt;13. jessicaWONG&lt;br /&gt;14. jasmineWONG&lt;br /&gt;15. GOHnaiying&lt;br /&gt;16. YEzhanghui&lt;br /&gt;17. LINbeijin&lt;br /&gt;18. KHORjingying&lt;br /&gt;19. CHUAxilei&lt;br /&gt;20. charisLEE&lt;br /&gt;Now answer the following:&lt;br /&gt;How did you meet 13?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We're in Strings !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;What would you do if you never met 5?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then I wouldn't have a NICE NICE tablemate !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever liked 3?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love my Sheenana ALOT !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you honestly think of 10?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ElizabethNG ! my darling !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Would or did 19 and 8 go out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No no ! Cannot ! God forbids !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;If 1 died tomorrow, what is one thing you would need him/her to know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Choy ! She won’t die anyway! But… I’ll let her know I &lt;3&gt;Would 2 and 11 make a good couple?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They have got the same hairstyle !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe 6 in three words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHEWhuimin is so funny ! amusing ! hilarious ! Okay, cute also lah !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think 12 is beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O.O Beautiful Maryanne ar !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Would 1 and 17 ever go out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No, I don't think so. Somehow, doesn't seem to match ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;What do you think of when you see 8?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think of June. I mean who else can I link him too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Tell me something humiliating about 11:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let me think ar... She's funny in everyway !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Do you know any of 7's family members?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Huh... No lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;What is 20's favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don’t know ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a scale from 1-10 how cute is 14?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;What would you do if 4 just professed their undying love for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Huh... Accept lo. But cannot lah, so wrong leh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What language does 19 speak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;English and Chinese and a whole load of other rubbish !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is 8 going out with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nobody ! But I know who he wants to go out with !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does 2 have any siblings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALOT. Lost count already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Is 15 single?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is 10's fantasy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What school does 16 go to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;St. Nicholas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does 9 live?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know ! But I forgot the name of the condo already !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Would you makeout with 13?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;How did you meet 15?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chongqing !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What grade is 17 in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Same grade as me lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;When is the last time you talked to 12?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jubilate !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is 3's favorite band?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She likes too many bands !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you date 9?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EY... EYYYY... SO WRONG !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-115158499857061740?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/115158499857061740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=115158499857061740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/115158499857061740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/115158499857061740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2006/06/list-20-friends-in-random-order-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-114967483839440625</id><published>2006-06-07T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T20:44:29.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, deprived of my computer for 9 days; deprived of the internet for 9 days; deprived of Maplestory for 9 days... But nevermind, I'll gladly exchange my computer, the internet and Maplestory for another few more days at Chongqing's Jie Fang Bei, Victoria cruises, The Three Gorges &lt;s&gt;and with... erhm... Mr Photographer&lt;/s&gt;. Well, excluding THE EX-VP's irritating and senseless shouts. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY&lt;b&gt;ONE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOME EXHIBITION CENTRE&lt;br /&gt;Guangzhou airport rocks. We were sitting in this little car which runs at HIGH SPEED to bring us from terminal to terminal. It was damn cool can? We had the whole airport to ourselves. Nothing was in operation. Except the little cars. Somehow we were late for the transit plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I was FORCED to make a speech in front of more than 101 people in representation of ZAOBAO. Maybe I wasn't exactly FORCED, but I wasn't chosen coz I was good either. In fact my Chinese sucks 1001 times more than anyone else's, I've got stage fright, and I CAN'T STAND SPEECHES! So, I guess THE EX-VP just picked me while closing her eyes, dropping her pen... And then, see where it points to. THIS IS SO TERRIBLY WRONG! And the worst part is, she told the SPH person, "wo xuan de dang ran ke ai la". In the first place, she didn't even know me, she hadn't even seen me yet! What a BITCH. She said she would write the speech out for me, well, apparently, she didn't and I had to rush through a last minute job, feeling damn depressed. Okay, luckily I did an OKAY job, if not... I would never ever have PEACE during these 9 days. Oh yay, and I appeared on Chongqing's news. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then THE EX-VP just put my name down on the INTERACTION THINGY. Okay, but FIRSTLY, I am anti-social. SECONDLY, I have got no EQ, THIRDLY, I would have to speak in Chinese. Oh yay, we've got our own VIP cards. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIE FANG BEI rocks! Oh man, that's like Singapore's "Orchard Road", only that their stuff are like at a LOW LOW LOW price. Oh man, how I wish we could like turn the clock back.... And bombard JIE FANG BEI. Again. Somehow the SEC THREES got reprimanded by THE EX-VP, and she goes, "HOW DARE YOU!" Oh, the rest of the SEC THREES dared. Haha. SO COOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY&lt;b&gt;TWO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OFF TO SCHOOL&lt;br /&gt;BIAN LIAN!&lt;br /&gt;I was shouted at, coz I wore SHORTS at the KNEES. Oh man, that really makes sense. THE EX-VP simply love us, doesn't she?&lt;br /&gt;Look, we had CHINESE POETRY lessons. Isn't that like... cool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY&lt;b&gt;THREE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LESSONS LESSONS LESSONS&lt;br /&gt;MA LA HUO GUO!&lt;br /&gt;The HUO GUO was the FUN part. PAN and ZHUANG were laughing throughout the whole HUO GUO thingy coz we were making fun of them like hell. This is totally like the other side of them, so unlike their strict faces in school. They were blamed for everything that went wrong. HAHA. Like the duck intestine MUST NEVER BE EATEN RAW and then while it was still uncooked, they told us, "shu le, shu le". Next day, two people had diarrhoea. Damn hilarious sitting with them and well, THE EX-VP was of course left out... We wouldn't want her spoiling our fun. I HATE HER F**KING FACE. She seemed to have forgotten about her title as EX and she just chased us away from the table even though we got there first! *BEEP!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then... We got SCOLDED. Okay, and because of the two of us, she banned everyone from visting their friends in the other rooms. Hmm. Not like she didn't ban in the first place. BIG DEAL. And here's a line she said, "wo bu hui zai guan ni men le." The boys went, "YES!" HIP HIP HOORAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XIAOLU's picture turned green. Oh my... it was horrible! I dared not enter the bathroom &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt;, and XIAOLU's mirror was covered with towels. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY&lt;b&gt;FOUR&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE THREE GORGES MUSUEM&lt;br /&gt;HOMESTAY&lt;br /&gt;THE EX-VP just occupied ONE WHOLE LIFT, after having 5 OF US wait for 15 min for a single lift. Look how REASONABLE. She sure needs ONE WHOLE LIFT TO HERSELF.&lt;br /&gt;Eeyer I tell you. People stay HIGH-TECH CONDO. I stayed at rural areas. OH WOW. I don't know how I managed to survive their dirty toilet.... But I'm glad it's over. They are nice people actually. I mean, really. But I would have enjoyed the stay more... If the toilet had a flushing system. And... an opaque window or something. Coz... Everything I did... Could almost be seen. :D The food they cooked was really MUCH BETTER than the RESTAURANT's. It's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, there's this little incident, really ling wo DA KAI YAN JIAN. Okay, this China girl, I don't know what's her problem, but she just love taking pictures of Singaporean boys. She was practically freaking everyone out with her anger and whines when she failed to take a picture of this certain guy. And she actually chased him from this end of the school to that end of the school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY&lt;b&gt;FIVE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUZHENCIQIKOU&lt;br /&gt;ONTO VICTORIA CRUISES&lt;br /&gt;You shop and shop and shop shop shop.&lt;br /&gt;The toilet had no doors. They just stripped in front of me while I was peeing. Good grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know something, we were suspected of trying to STEAL a BUS. WHEN IN ACTUAL FACT, we were just trying to open our tour bus door coz XIAOMIN was unwell and the driver was happily GAMBLING away. Sorry, but we spent like half an hour trying to open the bus door? Okay, apparently, we were of course SCOLDED again, just because THE EX-VP hadn't found out the truth yet. Oh how lucky darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god, the cruise was where all the fun starts, all the frenzy and also BGR complications here, there, everywhere! HAHAHA. The cup noodles fetish, the drink-drank-drunk, the twinkle-twinkle-little-star dance, the secrets start exposing themselves, &lt;s&gt;Mr Photographer&lt;/s&gt; and XIAOLU's twelve-word list. HAHAHAHAHA. If only the cruise could go on FOREVER and EVER and EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to this little bar for a talk. A TALK IN A BAR. Okay doesn't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Mr Photographer just took pictures.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our twinkle-twinkle-little-star ballet started at 10 pm, when everything was so pitch black at the observation deck and then XIAOMIN sings her little song, while XIAOLU and I danced our little dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then ZHUANG came out with cup noodles for me know! Okay lah, no lah, for us lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Then he sits at our corridor with his little Apple laptop. Argh. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY&lt;b&gt;SIX&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FENGDU GUICHENG&lt;br /&gt;FASHION SHOW&lt;br /&gt;The cable car rocks. Quite freaky at first, coz it looks really UNSTABLE. But it was fun all the same &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Mr Photographer just took pictures.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had talks here, talks there. TCM ACUPUNCTURE CALLIGRAPHY WAH LAO CAN'T STAND IT. Oh... The fun part was.... While THE EX-VP had acupuncture performed on her, well, her back was facing the audience lah, everyone just started leaving the bar. I bet she'd turn around to see her audience disappear into thin air. Okay we were mean. BUT SHE'S MEANER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Mr Photographer just took pictures.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops, I had a drop too much. And I just dropped dead at 5% alcohol content. Okay, quite pathetic... I didn't know what I did before I slept like a pig, but they said I was pressing the wall with my finger as though there was a switch there. Quite weird, but XIAOLU was funnier! HAHA. And the tour guide just pointed at me and laughed, laughed, laughed. :D I guess she was also drunk too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY&lt;b&gt;SEVEN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE THREE GORGES&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, we travelled on a cruise, on a ferry, the on sampan. Very interesting huh? But it was fun! We passed the FIRST GORGE at 6.45 in the morning, then went to SMALL THREE GORGES, then the SECOND GORGE at 1.15, then the THIRD in the evening. Just so scenic lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZHUANG hasn't seen walls before huh? She was so excited while we were in the SHIP-LOCK, all you see is two walls, two gates, don't know why, but she was just a little bit too excited. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Mr Photographer just took pictures.&lt;/s&gt; Sigh... Okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY&lt;b&gt;EIGHT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE THREE GORGES DAM&lt;br /&gt;FAREWELL&lt;br /&gt;Everything just started changing when we reached to Guangzhou. Well, I'm refering to Mr Photographer. Okay, I tried DIAINING him. HAHA. Damn dumb. Actually I've tried DIANING him long ago, but okay, it didn't really work. Only then in the plane did I realize I had the ability to do so, you know! Hopefully the DIAN worked lah, okay fine, this topic is totally retarded. HAHA. Everything was so insignifcant at first, but then Mr Photographer started playng with my cushion on the bus. HAHA. Okay &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt;, no BIG DEAL. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, NAI and XIAOMIN were STARING at this very handsome guy at the luggage counter. Okay wow. HAHA. And they only thought of GOSTANING back. HAHA. WA LAO, so funny. They just tried DIANING and DIANING him, know. HAHA. Then after that, they start DIANING everyone and NAI claimed that after DIANING those NON-SHUAI guys, they shut down their eyes, so that the ELECTRICITY rebounces. HAHAHAHA. Don't know what kind of crap &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt;. But it makes sense to me. HAHAHA. Okay, nevermind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY&lt;b&gt;NINE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SINGAPORE&lt;br /&gt;I guess I must have thought too much. HAHA. Coz I thought I felt his DIAN this morning. HAHAHA. Maybe I really did think too much, but nevermind, it's alright for girls to FANTASIZE once in awhile. Guess it will fade soon, quite sick lah. Oh well, this DIAN DIAN nonsense ar, HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, shan't think too much. Oh well, I just wish I could be Chingqing once again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-114967483839440625?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/114967483839440625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=114967483839440625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/114967483839440625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/114967483839440625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2006/06/okay-deprived-of-my-computer-for-9.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-114697180880428773</id><published>2006-05-07T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T16:55:00.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is kind of retarded but may be fun to you. Try this my victims!&lt;br /&gt;BEWARE. Those who received this are my victims of this game.&lt;br /&gt;1. Victims have to come up with 8 different points of his/her lover.&lt;br /&gt;2. Please mention the gender of your lover (in case people gets the wrong idea).&lt;br /&gt;3. Send this to 8 other victims to join in the fun.&lt;br /&gt;4. Lastly, don't bother to do this anymore if you have received this for the 2nd time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE 8 DIFFERENT POINTS&lt;br /&gt;1 MALE&lt;br /&gt;2 SO NEAR,&lt;br /&gt;3 YET SO FAR...&lt;br /&gt;4 AMUSING!&lt;br /&gt;5 ALOOF&lt;br /&gt;6 SIMPLE,&lt;br /&gt;7 YET COMPLICATED...&lt;br /&gt;8 PRO IN EVERYTHING LAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VICTIMS&lt;br /&gt;1 DAVIN!&lt;br /&gt;2 ELISA!&lt;br /&gt;3 GRACE!&lt;br /&gt;4 ITIEN!&lt;br /&gt;5 XIAOWEI!&lt;br /&gt;6  -&lt;br /&gt;7  -&lt;br /&gt;8  -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you have done it, please somehow be bothered to tell me! Enjoy !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-114697180880428773?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/114697180880428773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=114697180880428773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/114697180880428773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/114697180880428773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2006/05/this-is-kind-of-retarded-but-may-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-114645969916335194</id><published>2006-05-01T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T13:09:58.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;AIYA&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk tsk. Why get troubled over such an insignificant figure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIBAI &lt;i&gt;LAH&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not worth, not worth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TSK TSK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-114645969916335194?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/114645969916335194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=114645969916335194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/114645969916335194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/114645969916335194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2006/05/aiya.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-114545730677479742</id><published>2006-04-19T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T22:35:06.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:D :D :D :D :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MS KHOR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay nevermind, just being random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D :D :D :D :D!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-114545730677479742?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/114545730677479742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=114545730677479742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/114545730677479742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/114545730677479742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2006/04/d-d-d-d-d-ms-khor-okay-nevermind-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-114507493341551141</id><published>2006-04-15T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T12:43:34.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Moral of the story: Do not gossip and focus, focus, focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;b&gt;Focus&lt;/b&gt; on your experiment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Always &lt;b&gt;check&lt;/b&gt; whether you are actually doing what you want to do. For example, if you want to measure the boiling point of water, then do it and not measure the boiling point of the glass of the test tube. &lt;b&gt;Stop gossiping.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Make &lt;b&gt;sense&lt;/b&gt; of what you're actually doing. For example, if you want to measure the boiling point of water, place the thermometer in the test tube containing water. Do not stare at the other test-tube and wonder why your water is in the other test tube when it should be in your test tube. &lt;b&gt;Stop gossiping.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;b&gt;Do&lt;/b&gt; something. For example, when you realized that the water is in the other test tube when it is supposed to be in yours, wake up and start to wonder how and why did your water 'teleport' to the other test tube. &lt;b&gt;Stop gossiping.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;b&gt;SHUT UP&lt;/b&gt;. For example, it you see that the thermometer is reaching beyond 100 degrees celcius, revise what the teacher had said in class, "water boils at 100" and then immediately seek advice from the teacher. Do not wait till the mercury reaches the tip of the thermometer and then shout, "teacher!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could have died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, we could have died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you are to blame... for joining in our gossip convo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-114507493341551141?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/114507493341551141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=114507493341551141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/114507493341551141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/114507493341551141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2006/04/moral-of-story-do-not-gossip-and-focus.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-114395548265436481</id><published>2006-04-02T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T13:24:42.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are so many reasons as to why you shouldn't just forward your f**king chain letter without even checking its validity. It's just plain stupid, scaring the whole wide world or web like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've been &lt;b&gt;receiving&lt;/b&gt; these letters...:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Hey it is Andy and john the directors of MSN, sorry for the interruption but msn is closing down. this is because too many inconsiderate people are taking up all the name (eg making up lots of different accounts for just one person)we only have 578 names left.&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to close your account, DO NOT SEND THIS MESSAGE ON. &lt;br /&gt;If you would like to keep your account, then SEND THIS MESSAGE TO EVERYONE ON YOUR CONTACT LIST. This is no joke, we will be shutting down the servers. Send it on,thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The use of msn and hotmail will cost money from summer 2006. &lt;br /&gt;If you send this message to 18 different people from your list your little icon will become blue and that will make it free for you. If you dont believe me go on (www.msn.com) and see it yourself. Dont foward this message copy paste it so people will actually read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...well, I'm telling you it's just a hoax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you're &lt;b&gt;sending&lt;/b&gt; the abovementioned letters...&lt;br /&gt;...well, I'm going to stare at you like that: o_0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are like so many ways to detect whether these are fakes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1)&lt;/b&gt; If &lt;b&gt;MSN were to shut down&lt;/b&gt;, it would have been sort of a formal event since it concerns people all over the world, wouldn't it? Right, so I'm going to ask you, "WHO IN THE RIGHT MIND WOULD START A FORMAL LETTER WITH A '&lt;b&gt;HEY&lt;/b&gt;'?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2)&lt;/b&gt; And also, "WHO IN THE RIGHT MIND WOULD STATE WITH THEIR NAMES AT THE START OF A FORMAL LETTER?" I've never seen anyone starting a formal letter with "I am so and so and I am the director of so and so company", rather, one would start with the &lt;b&gt;introduction&lt;/b&gt; of the &lt;b&gt;situation/problem&lt;/b&gt; and not the introduction of themselves! By the way, the position and the name of a person will always be at the end of a letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3)&lt;/b&gt; Worse still, "WHO IN THE RIGHT MIND WOULD SAY "&lt;b&gt;IT IS&lt;/b&gt; ANDY AND JOHN"? Doesn't "&lt;b&gt;WE ARE&lt;/b&gt; ANDY AND JOHN" sound a little bit more sane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4)&lt;/b&gt; "WHO IN THE WORLD WOULD NEGLECT THEIR CASINGS IN A FORMAL LETTER?" I mean, IN A FORMAL LETTER, you should put "Andy and John", instead of "Andy and john", right? There's no such thing as 'accidently overlooking the cases' because the 'CLOSING DOWN OF MSN' is quite a major event, one would have &lt;b&gt;double-checked&lt;/b&gt; his/her letter! Or rather, one would not need to have checked his/her letter because your fingers would have automatically pressed the '&lt;b&gt;CAPS LOCK&lt;/b&gt;' upon typing the first letter of a name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5)&lt;/b&gt; Lastly, the above letters are not even written in &lt;b&gt;FORMAL LANGUAGE&lt;/b&gt;, which means, they are &lt;b&gt;NOT EVEN MEANT TO BE FORMAL&lt;/b&gt;, which means, &lt;b&gt;BOTH LETTERS SHOULD NOT EVEN BE TAKEN INTO SERIOUS CONSIDERATION&lt;/b&gt;! So why should you even take it seriously and start forwarding them all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6)&lt;/b&gt; Sorry, but that's not all, because if &lt;b&gt;MSN were to shut down&lt;/b&gt;, I tell you, it would seriously be SO MUCH &lt;b&gt;EASIER&lt;/b&gt; for &lt;b&gt;THE DIRECTORS OF MSN&lt;/b&gt; to send an &lt;b&gt;OFFICIAL LETTER&lt;/b&gt; to &lt;b&gt;OFFICIALLY&lt;/b&gt; inform you that MSN would be &lt;b&gt;OFFICIALLY&lt;/b&gt; shut down. But have you even received such &lt;b&gt;OFFICIAL LETTERS&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7)&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;APPARENTLY NOT&lt;/b&gt;! Because all this while, you've been receiving these letters from your gullible friends. You think MSN would just let your friends inform you of such a major event? No, they wouldn't because they would never know who have been notified or who haven't, so they would much rather send a mail to YOU, to notify YOU &lt;b&gt;personally&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;ensure&lt;/b&gt; that YOU, along with every other people in the world would have at least &lt;b&gt;ONE NOTIFICATION MAIL IN THEIR ACCOUNT&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8)&lt;/b&gt; And MSN would never say "SEND THIS TO EVERYONE IN YOUR CONTACT LIST",because it doesn't make any sense. Like what's the point of having people to forward mails here and there? To ensure that your account is active? WRONG. They wouldn't need you to send mails to people to check whether your account is active, because they have a system to record who has been logging in to their account within the past months. And they have this 'if you do not log in within 10 days, your account will be deactivated' or something like that, so there is no reason for MSN to ask you to forward mails! Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9)&lt;/b&gt; Haven't you realized that every e-mail that concerns MSN would have MSN logo, the butterfly, so on and so forth. Mails concerning MSN, yet without the butterfly logo, should never be regarded seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10)&lt;/b&gt; I believe &lt;b&gt;THE DIRECTORS OF MSN&lt;/b&gt; would be &lt;b&gt;SANE&lt;/b&gt; enough not to put "THIS IS NO JOKE" in a letter. Have you ever seen a director of a company write "I'm sorry but I'm closing down my company, &lt;b&gt;this is no joke&lt;/b&gt;, please inform everyone in your department" in letter? No, you haven't. Because only &lt;b&gt;INSANE&lt;/b&gt; people would write this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11&lt;/b&gt; If &lt;b&gt;MSN were to shut down&lt;/b&gt;, the homepage would have stated it and it would have been in bold. But what do you see? MSN is still functioning like normal, like nothing's going to happen. Or you supposed MSN will go "BOO, SURPRISE! MSN IS OSING DOWN TODAY AND IT'S YOUR FAULT FOR NOT HEEDING YOUR FRIENDS' MAILS AND FORWARD THEM, NANINANI POOPOO!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;12)&lt;/b&gt; LASTLY, the language structure in the letters just suck like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't want to waste time believing all that &lt;b&gt;SH*T&lt;/b&gt; letters. If you recieved both letters and BELIEVED THEM BOTH and SENT THEM BOTH, you are just *BEEP*. Because you'll never have MSN telling you "MSN IS CLOSING DOWN" and "MSN IS GOING TO CHARGE YOU" at the same time! CLOSING DOWN and CHARGING is two different things. You'll just be contradicting yourselves but placing this two issues together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're just wasting time and bandwidth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-114395548265436481?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/114395548265436481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=114395548265436481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/114395548265436481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/114395548265436481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2006/04/there-are-so-many-reasons-as-to-why.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-114180963890442039</id><published>2006-03-27T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T18:29:44.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JANUARY&lt;br /&gt;Ambitious and serious&lt;br /&gt;Loves to teach and be taught&lt;br /&gt;Always looking at people's flaws and weaknesses&lt;br /&gt;Likes to criticize&lt;br /&gt;Hardworking and productive&lt;br /&gt;Smart, neat and organised&lt;br /&gt;Sensitive and has deep thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Knows how to make others happy&lt;br /&gt;Quiet unless excited or tensed&lt;br /&gt;Rather reserved&lt;br /&gt;Highly attentive&lt;br /&gt;Resistant to illnesses but prone to colds&lt;br /&gt;Romantic but has difficulties expressing love&lt;br /&gt;Loves children&lt;br /&gt;Loyal&lt;br /&gt;Needs to improve social abilities&lt;br /&gt;Easily jealous&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;FEBRUARY&lt;br /&gt;Abstract thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Loves reality and abstract&lt;br /&gt;Intelligent and clever&lt;br /&gt;Changing personality&lt;br /&gt;Temperamental&lt;br /&gt;Quiet, shy and humble&lt;br /&gt;Low self esteem&lt;br /&gt;Honest and loyal&lt;br /&gt;Determined to reach goals&lt;br /&gt;Loves freedom&lt;br /&gt;Rebellious when restricted&lt;br /&gt;Loves aggressiveness&lt;br /&gt;Too sensitive and easily hurt&lt;br /&gt;Showing anger easily&lt;br /&gt;Dislike unnecessary things&lt;br /&gt;Loves making friends but rarely shows it&lt;br /&gt;Daring and stubborn&lt;br /&gt;Ambitious&lt;br /&gt;Realising dreams and hopes&lt;br /&gt;Sharp&lt;br /&gt;Loves entertainment and leisure&lt;br /&gt;Romantic on the inside not outside&lt;br /&gt;Superstitious and ludicrous&lt;br /&gt;Spendthrift&lt;br /&gt;Learns to show emotions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MARCH&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attractive personality &lt;b&gt;Do I?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Affectionate &lt;b&gt;Okay...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shy and reserved &lt;b&gt;Okay&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secretive &lt;b&gt;Oh ya, I'm always up to no good.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic &lt;b&gt;:D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves peace and serenity &lt;b&gt;Yes, but when will there ever be peace?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sensitive to others &lt;b&gt;I don't know, well, someone's who's insensitive will not know that she's insensitive and someone wouldn't tell you straight in your face that you're insensitive, would they?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves to serve others &lt;b&gt;No, no! It depends.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not easily angered &lt;b&gt;Oh, really?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trustworthy &lt;b&gt;Yes, I am. I'm currently holding on to so many secrets that I've forgotten them all.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appreciative and returns kindness &lt;b&gt;You give me I give you; you don't give me I don't give you. Simple.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observant and assess others &lt;b&gt;Okay, in some ways.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revengeful &lt;b&gt;Yes, I hold grudges for like a damn long time. Like I said, you give me I give you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves to dream and fantasize &lt;b&gt;Oh ya...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves travelling &lt;b&gt;Yes. But sad to say, I've only sat in a plane once.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves attention &lt;b&gt;Hmm, I'm no Drama Queen.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasty decisions in choosing partners &lt;b&gt;Ya, they always turn out like *beep*, not only partners, friends too.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves home decors &lt;b&gt;Ya, pink prissy little butterflies fluttering around my ceiling.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musically talented &lt;b&gt;I play the violin, no, I'm not talented.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves special things &lt;b&gt;Like who would not like special things? You like it, then you call it special, son't you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moody &lt;b&gt;Ya, the whole world knows that.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;APRIL&lt;br /&gt;Active and dynamic&lt;br /&gt;Decisive and haste but tends to regret&lt;br /&gt;Attractive and affectionate to oneself&lt;br /&gt;Strong mentality&lt;br /&gt;Loves attention&lt;br /&gt;Diplomatic&lt;br /&gt;Consoling&lt;br /&gt;Friendly and solves people's problems&lt;br /&gt;Brave and fearless&lt;br /&gt;Adventurous&lt;br /&gt;Loving and caring&lt;br /&gt;Suave and generous&lt;br /&gt;Emotional&lt;br /&gt;Revengeful&lt;br /&gt;Aggressive&lt;br /&gt;Hasty&lt;br /&gt;Good memory&lt;br /&gt;Moving&lt;br /&gt;Motivate oneself and the others&lt;br /&gt;Sickness usually of the head and chest&lt;br /&gt;Easily get too jealous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY&lt;br /&gt;Stubborn and hard-hearted&lt;br /&gt;Strong-willed and highly motivated&lt;br /&gt;Sharp thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Easily angered&lt;br /&gt;Attracts others and loves attention&lt;br /&gt;Deep feelings&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful physically and mentally&lt;br /&gt;Firm standpoint&lt;br /&gt;Easily influenced&lt;br /&gt;Needs no motivation&lt;br /&gt;Easily consoled&lt;br /&gt;Systematic &lt;b&gt;left brain&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves to dream&lt;br /&gt;Strong clairvoyance&lt;br /&gt;Understanding&lt;br /&gt;Sickness usually in the ear and neck&lt;br /&gt;Good imagination&lt;br /&gt;Good debating skills&lt;br /&gt;Good physical&lt;br /&gt;Weak breathing&lt;br /&gt;Loves literature and the arts&lt;br /&gt;Loves travelling&lt;br /&gt;Dislike being at home&lt;br /&gt;Restless&lt;br /&gt;Not having many children&lt;br /&gt;Hardworking&lt;br /&gt;High spirited&lt;br /&gt;Spendthrift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUNE&lt;br /&gt;Thinks far with vision&lt;br /&gt;Easily influenced by kindness&lt;br /&gt;Polite and soft-spoken&lt;br /&gt;Having lots of ideas&lt;br /&gt;Sensitive&lt;br /&gt;Active mind&lt;br /&gt;Hesitating&lt;br /&gt;Tends to delay&lt;br /&gt;Choosy and always wants the best&lt;br /&gt;Temperamental&lt;br /&gt;Funny and humorous&lt;br /&gt;Loves to joke&lt;br /&gt;Good debating skills&lt;br /&gt;Talkative&lt;br /&gt;Daydreamer&lt;br /&gt;Friendly&lt;br /&gt;Knows how to make friends&lt;br /&gt;Abiding&lt;br /&gt;Able to show character&lt;br /&gt;Easily hurt&lt;br /&gt;Prone to getting colds&lt;br /&gt;Loves to dress up&lt;br /&gt;Easily bored&lt;br /&gt;Fussy&lt;br /&gt;Seldom show emotions&lt;br /&gt;Takes time to recover when hurt&lt;br /&gt;Brand conscious&lt;br /&gt;Executive&lt;br /&gt;Stubborn&lt;br /&gt;Those who loves me are enemies&lt;br /&gt;Those who hates me are friends&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;JULY&lt;br /&gt;Difficult to fathom and to be understood&lt;br /&gt;Quiet unless excited or tensed&lt;br /&gt;Has reputation&lt;br /&gt;asily consoled&lt;br /&gt;Honest&lt;br /&gt;Concern about people's feelings&lt;br /&gt;Friendly&lt;br /&gt;Approachable&lt;br /&gt;Very emotional&lt;br /&gt;Unpredictable and temperamental&lt;br /&gt;Moody and easily hurt&lt;br /&gt;Witty and sarky&lt;br /&gt;Sentimental&lt;br /&gt;Neither forgives nor forgets&lt;br /&gt;Caring and loving&lt;br /&gt;Strong sense of sympathy&lt;br /&gt;Judge people through observations&lt;br /&gt;Loves to be alone&lt;br /&gt;Always broods about the past and the old friends&lt;br /&gt;Likes to be quiet&lt;br /&gt;Waits for friends&lt;br /&gt;Not aggressive unless provoked&lt;br /&gt;Loves to be loved&lt;br /&gt;Easily hurt and takes long to recover&lt;br /&gt;Overly concerned&lt;br /&gt;Puts in effort in work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUGUST&lt;br /&gt;Loves to joke&lt;br /&gt;Attractive&lt;br /&gt;Suave and caring&lt;br /&gt;Brave and fearless&lt;br /&gt;Firm and has leadership qualities&lt;br /&gt;Knows how to console others&lt;br /&gt;Too generous and egoistic&lt;br /&gt;Takes high pride of oneself&lt;br /&gt;Thirsty for praises&lt;br /&gt;Extraordinary spirit&lt;br /&gt;Easily angered&lt;br /&gt;Angry when provoked&lt;br /&gt;Easily jealous&lt;br /&gt;Observant&lt;br /&gt;Careful and cautious&lt;br /&gt;Thinks quickly&lt;br /&gt;Independent thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Loves to lead and to be led&lt;br /&gt;Loves to dream&lt;br /&gt;Talented in the arts, music and defence&lt;br /&gt;Sensitive but not petty&lt;br /&gt;Poor resistance against illnesses&lt;br /&gt;Learns to relax&lt;br /&gt;Hasty and rushy&lt;br /&gt;Romantic&lt;br /&gt;Loving and caring&lt;br /&gt;Loves to make friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEPTEMBER&lt;br /&gt;Suave and compromising&lt;br /&gt;Careful, cautious and organised&lt;br /&gt;Likes to point out people's mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Likes to criticize&lt;br /&gt;Quiet but able to talk well&lt;br /&gt;Calm and cool&lt;br /&gt;Kind and sympathetic&lt;br /&gt;Concerned and detailed&lt;br /&gt;Trustworthy, loyal and honest&lt;br /&gt;Does work well&lt;br /&gt;Sensitive&lt;br /&gt;Thinking&lt;br /&gt;Good memory&lt;br /&gt;Clever and knowledgeable&lt;br /&gt;Loves to look for information&lt;br /&gt;Must control oneself when criticising&lt;br /&gt;Able to motivate oneself&lt;br /&gt;Understanding&lt;br /&gt;Secretive&lt;br /&gt;Loves sports, leisure and travelling&lt;br /&gt;Hardly shows emotions&lt;br /&gt;Tends to bottle up feelings&lt;br /&gt;Choosy especially in relationships&lt;br /&gt;Loves wide things&lt;br /&gt;Systematic&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;OCTOBER&lt;br /&gt;Loves to chat&lt;br /&gt;Loves those who loves him&lt;br /&gt;Loves to takes things at the centre&lt;br /&gt;Attractive and suave&lt;br /&gt;Inner and physical beauty&lt;br /&gt;Does not lie or pretend&lt;br /&gt;Sympathetic&lt;br /&gt;Treats friends importantly&lt;br /&gt;Always making friends&lt;br /&gt;Easily hurt but recovers easily&lt;br /&gt;Bad tempered&lt;br /&gt;Selfish&lt;br /&gt;Seldom helps unless asked&lt;br /&gt;Daydreamer&lt;br /&gt;Very opinionated&lt;br /&gt;Does not care of what others think&lt;br /&gt;Emotional&lt;br /&gt;Decisive&lt;br /&gt;Strong clairvoyance&lt;br /&gt;Loves to travel, the arts and literature&lt;br /&gt;Soft-spoken, loving and caring&lt;br /&gt;Romantic&lt;br /&gt;Touchy and easily jealous&lt;br /&gt;Concerned&lt;br /&gt;Loves outdoors&lt;br /&gt;Just and fair&lt;br /&gt;Spendthrift and easily influenced&lt;br /&gt;Easily lose confidence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOVEMBER&lt;br /&gt;Has a lot of ideas&lt;br /&gt;Difficult to fathom&lt;br /&gt;Thinks forward&lt;br /&gt;Unique and brilliant&lt;br /&gt;Extraordinary ideas&lt;br /&gt;Sharp thinking&lt;br /&gt;Fine and strong clairvoyance&lt;br /&gt;Can become good doctors&lt;br /&gt;Careful and cautious&lt;br /&gt;Dynamic in personality&lt;br /&gt;Secretive&lt;br /&gt;Inquisitive&lt;br /&gt;Knows how to dig secrets&lt;br /&gt;Always thinking&lt;br /&gt;Less talkative but amiable&lt;br /&gt;Brave and generous&lt;br /&gt;Patient&lt;br /&gt;Stubborn and hard-hearted&lt;br /&gt;If there is a will, there is a way&lt;br /&gt;Determined&lt;br /&gt;Never give up&lt;br /&gt;Hardly become angry unless provoked&lt;br /&gt;Loves to be alone&lt;br /&gt;Thinks differently from others&lt;br /&gt;Sharp-minded&lt;br /&gt;Motivates oneself&lt;br /&gt;Does not appreciates praises&lt;br /&gt;High-spirited&lt;br /&gt;Well-built and tough&lt;br /&gt;Deep love and emotions&lt;br /&gt;Romantic&lt;br /&gt;Uncertain in relationships&lt;br /&gt;Homely&lt;br /&gt;Hardworking&lt;br /&gt;High abilities&lt;br /&gt;Trustworthy&lt;br /&gt;Honest and keeps secrets&lt;br /&gt;Not able to control emotions&lt;br /&gt;Unpredictable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DECEMBER&lt;br /&gt;Loyal and generous&lt;br /&gt;Patriotic&lt;br /&gt;Active in games and interactions&lt;br /&gt;Impatient and hasty&lt;br /&gt;Ambitious&lt;br /&gt;Influential in organizations&lt;br /&gt;Loves to socialize&lt;br /&gt;Loves praises&lt;br /&gt;Loves attention&lt;br /&gt;Loves to be loved&lt;br /&gt;Honest and trustworthy&lt;br /&gt;Not pretending&lt;br /&gt;Short tempered and egoistic&lt;br /&gt;Takes high pride in oneself&lt;br /&gt;Hates restrictions&lt;br /&gt;Loves to joke&lt;br /&gt;Good sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;Logical&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-114180963890442039?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/114180963890442039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=114180963890442039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/114180963890442039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/114180963890442039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2006/03/january-ambitious-and-serious-loves-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-114283731307525379</id><published>2006-03-20T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T14:48:33.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to orchard from Yishun,&lt;br /&gt;and the person said: "You are assigned to Yishun."&lt;br /&gt;(: &lt;b&gt;NO WAY&lt;/b&gt; am I going back to Yishun and then report at Orchard, then return to Yishun.&lt;br /&gt;You &lt;b&gt;BIG DUMBO&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So we went around half of Singapore (literally, coz all we did was travel around in the MRT train).&lt;br /&gt;And decided to get down to business after... Well, I'm not telling you what we did. &lt;br /&gt;(: We have been &lt;i&gt;naughty naughty&lt;/i&gt; people.&lt;br /&gt;We can practically call the &lt;b&gt;Mass Rapid Transit&lt;/b&gt; as &lt;b&gt;HOME&lt;/b&gt;. (:&lt;br /&gt;We went from Orchard to Marina to City Hall to... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I seriously don't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-114283731307525379?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/114283731307525379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=114283731307525379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/114283731307525379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/114283731307525379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-went-to-orchard-from-yishun-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-114267611449607376</id><published>2006-03-18T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T18:01:54.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;16&lt;/b&gt;03&lt;br /&gt;We had like, so many complications before we could finally decide when to meet and what to do.&lt;br /&gt;June had some STUPID remedial, &lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt; could have &lt;i&gt;ponned&lt;/i&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;Eliz had to be home at 5.30 - which was when June's STUPID remedial would end - &lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt; couldn't have broke &lt;b&gt;your&lt;/b&gt; curfew. ):&lt;br /&gt;We could have done alot more than eat at JACK'S PLACE.&lt;br /&gt;But what &lt;b&gt;COULD&lt;/b&gt; have been done, &lt;b&gt;WOULD&lt;/b&gt; never been done. Why else would '&lt;b&gt;WOULD&lt;/b&gt;' be a '&lt;b&gt;COULD&lt;/b&gt;'?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, JACK'S PLACE seemed to have &lt;b&gt;THAT CERTAIN ATMOSPHERE&lt;/b&gt;, then a candle was placed in between &lt;b&gt;DAVIN &amp; JUNE&lt;/b&gt;. Abit we &lt;i&gt;xian za ren&lt;/i&gt;, know. Okay &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;b&gt;A CERTAIN SOMEBODY&lt;/b&gt; must be very happy &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the FROG MASSAGER and the NECKLACE anyway. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-114267611449607376?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/114267611449607376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=114267611449607376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/114267611449607376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/114267611449607376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2006/03/1603-we-had-like-so-many-complications.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-114248934120533114</id><published>2006-03-16T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T14:09:01.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;BOY&lt;/strong&gt; facts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy is &lt;strong&gt;quiet&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;He's &lt;em&gt;listening&lt;/em&gt; to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy is &lt;strong&gt;not arguing&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;He realizes he's &lt;em&gt;wrong&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy says, "&lt;strong&gt;I'm fine&lt;/strong&gt;",&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes, &lt;em&gt;he means it&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy &lt;strong&gt;stares&lt;/strong&gt; at you,&lt;br /&gt;He thinks &lt;em&gt;you're the most beautiful thing&lt;/em&gt; in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're laying your head on a guy's &lt;strong&gt;chest&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;He &lt;em&gt;has the world&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy &lt;strong&gt;calls&lt;/strong&gt; you everyday,&lt;br /&gt;He is&lt;em&gt; in love&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a (good) guy say he &lt;strong&gt;loves you&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;means it&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy says he &lt;strong&gt;can't live without you&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;He's &lt;em&gt;with you&lt;/em&gt; till your done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy says, "&lt;strong&gt;I miss you&lt;/strong&gt;",&lt;br /&gt;He &lt;em&gt;misses you more than&lt;/em&gt; you could have ever missed him or &lt;em&gt;anything else&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GIRL&lt;/strong&gt; facts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl is &lt;strong&gt;quiet&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Millions of &lt;em&gt;things are running through her mind&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl is &lt;strong&gt;not arguing&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;She is &lt;em&gt;thinking deeply&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl &lt;strong&gt;looks at you&lt;/strong&gt; with eyes full of questions,&lt;br /&gt;She is &lt;em&gt;wondering how long you will be around&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl answers, "&lt;strong&gt;I'm fine&lt;/strong&gt;",&lt;br /&gt;After a few seconds, she &lt;em&gt;is not at all fine&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl &lt;strong&gt;stares&lt;/strong&gt; at you,&lt;br /&gt;She is wondering why &lt;em&gt;you are so wonderful&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl lays on your &lt;strong&gt;chest&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;She is &lt;em&gt;wishing for you to be hers&lt;/em&gt; forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl &lt;strong&gt;calls&lt;/strong&gt; you everyday,&lt;br /&gt;She is &lt;em&gt;seeking for your attention&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl &lt;strong&gt;wants to see you&lt;/strong&gt; everyday,&lt;br /&gt;She wants to be &lt;em&gt;pampered&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl says, "&lt;strong&gt;I'll love you forever&lt;/strong&gt;",&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She means it&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl says that she &lt;strong&gt;can't live without you&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;She has made up her mind that &lt;em&gt;you are her future&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl says, "&lt;strong&gt;I miss you&lt;/strong&gt;",&lt;br /&gt;No one in this world can &lt;em&gt;miss you&lt;/em&gt; more than that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-114248934120533114?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/114248934120533114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=114248934120533114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/114248934120533114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/114248934120533114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2006/03/boy-facts-when-guy-is-quiet-hes.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-114234379255230952</id><published>2006-03-14T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T11:46:47.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;11&lt;/b&gt;03&lt;br /&gt;FIESTA! &lt;br /&gt;Raining CHOCOLATE day!&lt;br /&gt;Our FOUNTAIN went haywire. (:&lt;br /&gt;Ended at SIX PLUS, and it RAINED, I was like soaked in CHOCOLATE and RAIN WATER.&lt;br /&gt;BLURGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWENTY-THREE of us ate at CAFE CARTEL after that, including the THREE HCI PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;Then we compressed ourselves into ONE DAMN NEOPRINT MACHINE.&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE OWES ME MONEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that marks the end of our HWA CHONG ASSOCIATION PROGRAMME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ BYE &lt;b&gt;SMARTASS&lt;/b&gt;; BYE &lt;b&gt;AMPHIBIAN&lt;/b&gt;; BYE &lt;b&gt;SOPHIE&lt;/b&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1303 - 1403&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STRINGS CAMP.&lt;br /&gt;And all I can remember is &lt;b&gt;SAW II&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;b&gt;M18&lt;/b&gt; and it's like DAMN GRUESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.saw2.com/&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/a&gt; to enter the HOUSE OF &lt;b&gt;JIGSAW&lt;/b&gt;, but I'd rather you don't.&lt;br /&gt;THERE'S ONLY ONE WAY OUT.&lt;br /&gt;Like, if you're trapped, get the key from inside your eye to unlock your spiked mask within 2 hours, or else... the mask will clam shut right in your face. BYE BYE.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the morals of the story are:&lt;br /&gt;1) APPRECIATE YOUR LIFE OR ELSE, PLAY THE GAME OF JIGSAW.&lt;br /&gt;2) YOU CHOOSE THE WAY YOUR LIFE GOES; IT'S YOUR DESCISION THAT AFFECTS &lt;b&gt;THE WAY YOU DIE&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;3) DO NOT BE RASH, SIT AND WAIT FOR YOUR DEATH OR FOR MIRACLES OF MIRACLES TO HAPPEN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-114234379255230952?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/114234379255230952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=114234379255230952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/114234379255230952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/114234379255230952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2006/03/1103-fiesta-raining-chocolate-day-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-114181781286789841</id><published>2006-03-08T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T19:36:52.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If your name starts with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not particularly romantic, but you are interested in action. You mean business. With you, what you see is what you get. You have no patience for flirting and can't be bothered with someone who is trying to be coy, cute, demure, and subtly enticing. You are an up-front person. You often don't get hints &amp; you ever pass any. Brains turn you on. You must feel that your partner is intellectually stimulating; otherwise you will find it difficult to sustain the relationship. You require loving, cuddling, wining, and dining to know that you're being appreciated. Your mate's physical attractiveness is important for you. You tend to be very practical, &amp; not very emotional. Your choices are very good &amp; can only lead to trouble. You are very self satisfied &amp; egoistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;B&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You give off vibes of lazy sensuality. You enjoy being romanced, wined, and dined. You are very happy to receive gifts as an expression of the affection of your lover. You want to be pampered and know how to pamper your mate. You are private in your expression of endearments, and particular when it comes to love. You will hold off until everything meets with your approval. You can control your appetite &amp; feelings. You require new sensations and experiences. You are willing to experiment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;C&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a very social individual, and it is important to you to have a relationship. You require closeness and togetherness. You want the object of your affection to be socially acceptable and good-looking. You see your lover as a friend and companion. You are very sensual, needing someone to appreciate and almost worship you. When this cannot be achieved, you have the ability to hold out on affection until you receive this. You are an expert at controlling your desires and doing without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you get it into your head that you want someone, you move full steam ahead in your suit. You do not give up your quest easily. You are nurturing and caring. If someone has a problem, this turns you on. You are highly passionate, loyal, and intense in your involvement's, sometimes possessive and jealous. You are very sharp &amp; talented often with sense of humor. When people bother to look deep inside they cannot resist what they see. You are stimulated by the eccentric and unusual, having a free and open attitude. You get jealous of other people and lose your temper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;E&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your greatest need is to talk. If your date is not a good listener, you have trouble relating. A person must be intellectually stimulating or you are not interested sexually. You need a friend for a lover and a companion. You hate disharmony and disruption, but you do enjoy a good argument once in a while-it seems to stir things up. You flirt a lot, for the challenge is more important. But once you give your heart away, you are uncompromisingly loyal. You will fall asleep with a good book. Sometimes, in fact, you prefer a good book to a lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;F&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are idealistic and romantic, putting your lover on a pedestal. You look for the very best mate you can find. You are a flirt, yet once committed, you are very loyal. You are sensuous and privately passionate. Publicly, you can be showy, extravagant, and gallant. You are a born romantic. Dramatic love scenes are a favourite fantasy past time. You can be a very generous lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;G&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are fastidious, seeking perfection within yourself and your lover. You respond to a lover who is your intellectual equal or superior, and one who can enhance your status. You are sensuous and know how to reach the peak of stimulation, because you work at it meticulously. You can be extremely active-never tiring out. Your duties and responsibilities take precedence over everything else. You may have difficulty getting emotionally close to people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;H&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seek a mate who can enhance your zest for life, fun &amp; everything you seek for. You will be very generous to your lover once you have attained a commitment. You are very affectionate &amp; very strong. Your gifts are actually an investment in your partner. Before the commitment, though, you tend to be very careful with your every move and equally cautious in your involvements often, as you believe that you have to look out for yourself. You are a sensual and patient lover. You will hold off till everything meets your full approval. You are a perfectionist, hard to satisfy and strong in your beliefs. Not influential, you always stand your ground. People can always count on you to stand by them in a crisis. You are a dreamer with/ a passion for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a great need to be loved, appreciated... even worshiped. You enjoy luxury, sensuality, and pleasures of the flesh. You like necking spend hours just touching feeling &amp; exploring. You look for lovers who know what they are doing. You are not interested in an amateur, unless that amateur wants a tutor. You are fussy and exacting about having your desires satisfied. You are willing to experiment and try new modes of expression. You bore easily and thus require adventure and change. Your commitments don't last very long &amp; you often tend to stray. Loyalty is not one of your strong points. You are more sensual than sexual, but you are sometimes downright lustful.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;J&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are blessed with a great deal of physical energy. When used for a good cause there is nothing to stop you, except maybe that they aren't always used for the good. (You could dance all night.) You respond to the thrill of the chase and the challenge of the mating game. You can carry on great romances in your head. At heart you are a roamer and need to set out on your own every so often. You will carry on long- distance relationships with ease. You are idealistic and need to believe in love. You have a need to be nurtured deep within.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;K&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are secretive, self-contained, and shy. You are very sexy, sensual, and passionate, but you do not let on to this. Only in intimate privacy will this part of your nature reveal itself. When it gets down to the nitty-gritty, you are an expert. You know all the little tricks of the trade, can play any role or any game, and take your love life very seriously. You don't fool around. You have the patience to wait for the right person to come along. You are very generous &amp; giving, often selfless. You are kind-natured &amp; sweet, which is found to be attractive by many. You are a good friend. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;L&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can be very romantic, attached to the glamour of love. Having a partner is of paramount importance to you. You are free in your expression of love and are willing to take chances, try new sexual experiences and partners, provided it's all in good taste. Brains turn you on. You must feel that your partner is intellectually stimulating; otherwise you will find it difficult to sustain the relationship. You require loving, cuddling, wining, and dining to know that you're being appreciated. "You require loving, cuddling, wining, and dining to know that you're being appreciated ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;M&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may appear innocent, unassuming and shy; but we know that appearances can lie. When it comes to sex, you are no novice but something of a skilled technician. You can easily go to extremes, though, running the gamut from insatiability to boredom with the whole idea of love. You can be highly critical of you mate, seeking perfection in both of you. It is not easy to find someone who can meet your standards. You have difficulty expressing emotions and drawing close to lovers. You are often selfish, thinking you are always right no matter what. You never give in. Winning is your prime desire- at any cost. You often forget friends and family and you live for the moment.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;N&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are emotional and intense. When involved in a relationship, you throw your entire being into it. Nothing stops you; there are no holds barred. You are all consuming and crave someone who is equally passionate and intense. You believe in total freedom. You are willing to try anything and everything. Your supply of energy is inexhaustible. You want to be pampered and know how to pamper your mate. You also enjoy mothering your mate. You often have the greatest love affairs all by yourself, in your head. You are very imaginative. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;O&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very interested in fun activities yet secretive and shy about your desires. You can re-channel much of your energy into making money and/or seeking we. You can easily have extended periods of celibacy. You are a passionate, compassionate lover, requiring the same qualities from your mate. Love is serious business; thus you demand intensity, diversity and are willing to try anything or anyone. Sometimes your passions turn to possessiveness, which must be kept in check. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very conscious of social proprieties. You wouldn't think of Doing Anything that might harm your image or Reputation. Appearances count. Therefore, you require a good-looking partner. You also require an intelligent partner. Oddly enough, you may view your partner as your enemy...a good fight stimulates those vibes. You are relatively free of hang- ups. You are willing to experiment and try new ways of doing things. You are very social and sensual; you enjoy flirting and need a good deal of physical gratification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You require constant activity and stimulation. You have tremendous physical energy. It is not easy for a partner to keep up with you. You are an enthusiastic lover and tend to be attracted to people because of their ethnic groups. You need romance, hearts and flowers, and conversation to turn you on and keep you going. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;R&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a no-nonsense, action-oriented individual. You need someone who can keep pace with you and who is your intellectual equal-the smarter the better. You are turned on more quickly by a great mind than by a great body. However, physical attractiveness is not very important to you. You have to be proved to be worthy for a partner. You have a need to prove yourself the best. You want feedback on your performance. You are open, stimulating &amp; romantic.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, it is pleasure before business. You can be romantically idealistic to a fault and is capable of much sensuality. But you never loose control of your emotions. Once you make the commitment you stick like glue. You could get jealous and possessive. You tend to be very selfish often regarding yourself as the only human being on the planet. You like being the centre of attention. You are very caring sensitive, private &amp; sometimes very passive. Turned on by soft lights, romantic thoughts. When it gets down to the nitty-gritty, you are an expert. You know all the little tricks of the trade, can play any role, or any game, and take your love life very seriously. You don't fool around. You have the patience to wait for the right person to come along. You are very generous &amp; giving, often selfless. You are kind nature &amp; sweet, which is found to be attractive by many. You are a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;T&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very sensitive, private &amp; sometimes very passive. You like someone who takes the lead. You get turned on by music, soft lights &amp; romantic thoughts. You fantasize &amp; tend to fall in &amp; out of love soon. When in love you are romantic, idealistic, mushy &amp; extremely. You enjoy having your senses &amp; your feelings stimulated, titillated &amp; teased. You are a great flirt. You can make your relationships fit your dreams, all in your own head. Once you put your mind to something you manage to stand by it and see your dreams through. You aren't very good at expressing your feelings. You like things your own way. You do not like change; you like to hold on to things. This may not always be good because if given an opportunity things may develop into great things. You work your way to the top. Attention must be given to what others say because even though you don't want to hear it their advice may turn out to save your life.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;U&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are enthusiastic &amp; at you’re happiest when in love. When not in love you're in love with love and always looking for someone to adore. You see romance as challenge. You are a roamer &amp; needs adventure, excitement freedom. You enjoy giving gifts &amp; looking good. You are willing to put others feelings above yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;V&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are individualistic &amp; you need freedom, space &amp; excitement. You wait till you know someone well before committing yourself. Knowing someone means psyching her/him out. You feel a need to get into his/her head to see what makes him tick. You are attracted to eccentric types. You believe that age is no barrier. You are good at responding to danger, fear &amp; suspense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;W&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very proud, determined &amp; refuses to take no for an answer when it come to love. Your ego is at stake all the time. You are romantic, idealistic, often in love with love itself, not seeing your partner for who she or he really is. You feel deeply about love &amp; tend to throw all of your self into a relationship. Nothing is too good for your lover. You&lt;br /&gt; Like playing love games. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;X&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need constant stimulation because you get bored quickly. You can handle more than 1 relationship at a time with ease. You can't shut off your mind. You can do 2 things at once. You are very talented. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Y&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are sensual &amp; very independent. If you can't have it your way, you will forget the whole thing. You want to control your relationships, which doesn't work out too well. You respond to physical stimulation. However if you can make money you will give up the pleasures of the flesh for the moment. You have a need to prove yourself the best. You want feedback on your performance. You are open, stimulating &amp; romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Z&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very romantic but show feels that to love means to suffer. You wind up serving your mate &amp; attracting people who have unusual trouble. You see yourself as a lover's saviour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-114181781286789841?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/114181781286789841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=114181781286789841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/114181781286789841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/114181781286789841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2006/03/if-your-name-starts-with-you-are-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-114121295196364601</id><published>2006-03-01T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T19:35:51.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Illegal congregation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-114121295196364601?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/114121295196364601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=114121295196364601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/114121295196364601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/114121295196364601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2006/03/illegal-congregation.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-114092493722659565</id><published>2006-02-26T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T11:35:37.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A N S W E R   T R U T H F U L L Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you like anyone?: &lt;b&gt;YES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do they know it?: &lt;b&gt;I WON'T KNOW IF THEY DO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Simple or complicated?: &lt;b&gt;NOT FOR ME TO DECIDE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U N I Q U E&lt;br /&gt;16. Nervous habits?: &lt;b&gt;INTESTINES CEASE TO EXIST&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Are you double jointed?: &lt;b&gt;DOUBLE JOIN WHAT?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Can you roll your tongue?: &lt;b&gt;YES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Can you cross your eyes?: &lt;b&gt;YES&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;21. Do you make your bed daily?: &lt;b&gt;NO, SOMEONE ELSE DOES IS FOR ME&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you think you are unique?: &lt;b&gt;AREN'T EVERYONE UNIQUE, THE EXPERTS SAY?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Can u snap?: &lt;b&gt;YES, IF YOU MEAN SNAP MY FINGERS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Can u whistle?: &lt;b&gt;YES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H A V E   Y O U   E V E R&lt;br /&gt;23. Said "I Love you": &lt;b&gt;YES, WITHOUT SINCERITY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Given money to a homeless person?: &lt;b&gt;YES&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;25. Smoked?: &lt;b&gt;NO&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;26. Waited all night for a phone call?: &lt;b&gt;NOT REALLY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Snuck out?: &lt;b&gt;YES, WELL, OUT OF THE YMCA HONGKONG&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Sat and looked at the stars?: &lt;b&gt;YES, AND I MISS OUR 2C CHALET&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M A N N E R S&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you swear?: &lt;b&gt;YES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you ever spit?: &lt;b&gt;YES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. You cook your own food?: &lt;b&gt;YES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. You do your own chores?: &lt;b&gt;SOME OF THE CHORES&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;33. You like beef jerky?: &lt;b&gt;I CAN'T EAT BEEF&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;34. Do you like coke or pepsi?: &lt;b&gt;THEY TASTE THE SAME&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;36. You own a dog?: &lt;b&gt;NO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Do you spend your money wisely?: &lt;b&gt;YES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Do you like to swim?: &lt;b&gt;I CAN'T SAY I DO, I CAN'T SAY I DON'T&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. When you get bored do you call a friend?: &lt;b&gt;NO&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;40. Are you patient?: &lt;b&gt;SORRY, HELL NO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D O   Y O U   P R E F E R&lt;br /&gt;41. flowers or angels?: &lt;b&gt;SATANS&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;42. gray or black?: &lt;b&gt;GREY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Color or black and white photos?: &lt;b&gt;IT DEPENDS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. lust or love?: &lt;b&gt;LOVE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. sunrise or sunset?: &lt;b&gt;SUNSET&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. M&amp;Ms or Skittles?: &lt;b&gt;M&amp;Ms&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. rap or rock?: &lt;b&gt;ROCK&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. staying up late or waking up early?: &lt;b&gt;STAYING UP LATE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. being hot or cold?: &lt;b&gt;COLD&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;50. Winter or Fall?: &lt;b&gt;WINTER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. left handed or right: &lt;b&gt;RIGHT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. having 10 acquaintances or 2 best friends?: &lt;b&gt;2 BEST FRIENDS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. sunshine or rain?: &lt;b&gt;RAIN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. vanilla ice cream or chocolate ice cream?: &lt;b&gt;CHOCOLATE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. guys or girls?: &lt;b&gt;GIRLS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True or False&lt;br /&gt;I am a cuddler.: &lt;b&gt;FALSE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a morning person.: &lt;b&gt;DEFINITELY FALSE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a perfectionist.: &lt;b&gt;FALSE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently in my PJs.: &lt;b&gt;FALSE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently pregnant.: &lt;b&gt;FALSE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently single.: &lt;b&gt;TRUE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently suffering from a broken heart.: &lt;b&gt;FALSE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am left handed.: &lt;b&gt;FALSE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am married.: &lt;b&gt;FALSE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am addicted to my space.: &lt;b&gt;FALSE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm shy around the opposite sex.: &lt;b&gt;TRUE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bite my nails: &lt;b&gt;TRUE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I currently regret something I have done.: &lt;b&gt;TRUE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get mad I curse.: &lt;b&gt;TRUE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like anyone.: &lt;b&gt;FALSE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy country music: &lt;b&gt;FALSE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy Jazz.: &lt;b&gt;FALSE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a car.: &lt;b&gt;FALSE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a cell phone.: &lt;b&gt;TRUE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a pet.: &lt;b&gt;TRUE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a tendency to fall for the wrong guy/girl.: &lt;b&gt;TRUE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been to another country.: &lt;b&gt;TRUE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been told that I'm smart.: &lt;b&gt;TRUE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been told that I have an unusual sense of humor.: &lt;b&gt;FALSE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had a broken bone.: &lt;b&gt;FALSE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have caller ID on my phone: &lt;b&gt;FALSE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have changed a lot over the past year.: &lt;b&gt;TRUE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had surgery.: &lt;b&gt;FALSE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have killed another person.: &lt;b&gt;FALSE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had my hair cut within the last week.: &lt;b&gt;FALSE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had the cops called on me.: &lt;b&gt;FALSE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have kissed someone I knew I shouldn't.: &lt;b&gt;FALSE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have kissed someone of the same gender.: &lt;b&gt;FALSE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have mood swings.: &lt;b&gt;TRUE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have rejected someone before.: &lt;b&gt;FALSE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen the Lord of the Rings trilogy.: &lt;b&gt;FALSE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have watched Sex and the City.: &lt;b&gt;FALSE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Shakespeare.: &lt;b&gt;FALSE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to cook.: &lt;b&gt;TRUE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Michael Jackson.: &lt;b&gt;FALSE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love sleeping.: &lt;b&gt;TRUE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to shop.: &lt;b&gt;FALSE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss someone right now.: &lt;b&gt;TRUE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I own over 100 cds.: &lt;b&gt;FALSE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I own over 100 dvds.: &lt;b&gt;FALSE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I own &amp; use a library card.: &lt;b&gt;TRUE&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I read books for pleasure in my spare time.: &lt;b&gt;TRUE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sleep a lot during the day.: &lt;b&gt;TRUE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I strongly dislike math.: &lt;b&gt;TRUE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Britney Spears is pretty.: &lt;b&gt;FALSE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born in a country other than the US.: &lt;b&gt;TRUE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch Soap Operas on a regular basis.: &lt;b&gt;FALSE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try almost anything once.: &lt;b&gt;FALSE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work at a job that I enjoy.: &lt;b&gt;FALSE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would classify myself as ghetto.: &lt;b&gt;FALSE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can name all seven dwarfs from Snow White?: &lt;b&gt;FALSE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently wearing socks.: &lt;b&gt;FALSE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired.: &lt;b&gt;TRUE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am over this quiz.: &lt;b&gt;TRUE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-114092493722659565?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/114092493722659565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=114092493722659565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/114092493722659565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/114092493722659565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2006/02/n-s-w-e-r-t-r-u-t-h-f-u-l-l-y-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-114032103527559362</id><published>2006-02-19T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T11:50:35.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Valentine's Week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heart you; you heart me; we heart heart everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-114032103527559362?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/114032103527559362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=114032103527559362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/114032103527559362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/114032103527559362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-valentines-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-113903365037128687</id><published>2006-02-04T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T14:14:10.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>" When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad", you'd shake your finger at me and ask "&lt;b&gt;How could you?&lt;/b&gt;" -- but then you'd relent, and roll me over for a bellyrub. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs", you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in &lt;br /&gt;love. She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" -- still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became "prisoner of love". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch -- because your touch was now so infrequent -- and I would have defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway. There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "&lt;u&gt;your dog&lt;/u&gt;" to "&lt;u&gt;just a dog&lt;/u&gt;", and you resented every expenditure on my behalf. Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family", but there was a time when I was your only family. I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers". You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him,and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They shook their heads and asked "&lt;b&gt;How could you?&lt;/b&gt;" They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first,whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that you had changed your mind -- that this was all a bad dream ... or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "&lt;b&gt;How could you?&lt;/b&gt;" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself -- a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "&lt;b&gt;How could you?&lt;/b&gt;" was not directed at her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By &lt;b&gt;Jim Willis&lt;/b&gt; 2001&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-113903365037128687?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113903365037128687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=113903365037128687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/113903365037128687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/113903365037128687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2006/02/when-i-was-puppy-i-entertained-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-113868368570006465</id><published>2006-01-31T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T13:01:25.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didn't know DHL export human beings too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I saw a &lt;i&gt;charred&lt;/i&gt; human hand clinging onto the bars in the DHL truck yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-113868368570006465?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113868368570006465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=113868368570006465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/113868368570006465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/113868368570006465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-didnt-know-dhl-export-human-beings.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-113841699939545053</id><published>2006-01-28T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T10:56:39.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A young man had been to Wednesday night Bible Study. The Pastor had shared about listening to God and obeying the Lord's voice. The young man couldn't help but wonder, "Does God still speak to people?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about 10 o'clock when the young man started driving home. Sitting in his car, he began to pray, "God, if You still speak to me. I will listen. I will do my best to obey."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he drove down the main street of his town, he had the strangest thought to stop and buy a gallon of milk. He shook his head and said out loud, "&lt;b&gt;God, is that you?&lt;/b&gt;" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't get a reply and started on toward home. But again, the thought, buy a gallon of milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;b&gt;Okay, God, in case that is you, I will buy the milk.&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't seem too hard a test of obedience. He could always use the milk. He stopped and purchased the gallon of milk and started off toward home. As he passed Seventh Street, he again felt the urge, "Turn Down that street." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is crazy, he thought and drove on past the intersection. Again, he felt that he should turn down Seventh Street. At the next intersection, he turned back and headed down Seventh. Half jokingly, he said out loud, "&lt;b&gt;Okay, God, I will&lt;/b&gt;".&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He drove several blocks, when suddenly, he felt like he should stop. He pulled over to the curb and looked around. He was in semi commercial area of town. It wasn't the best but it wasn't the worst of neighborhoods either. The businesses were closed and most of the houses looked dark like the people were already in bed. Again, he sensed something, "Go and give the milk to the people in the house across the street." The young man looked at the house. It was dark and it looked like the people were either gone or they were already asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;b&gt;Lord, this is insane. Those people are asleep and if I wake them up, they are going to be mad and I will look stupid.&lt;/b&gt;" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, he felt like he should go and give the milk. Finally, he got out off the car, "&lt;b&gt;Okay God, if this is you, I will go to the door and I will give them the milk. If you want me to look like a crazy person, okay. I want to be obedient. I guess that will count for something but if they don't answer right away, I am out of here.&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He walked across the street and rang the bell. He could hear some noise inside. A man's voice yelled out, "Who is it? What do you want?" Then the door opened before the young man could get away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man was standing there in his jeans and T-shirt. He looked like he just got out of bed. He had a strange look on his face and he didn't seem too happy to have some stranger standing on his doorstep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young man thrust out the gallon of milk, "Here, I brought this to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man took the milk and rushed down a hallway. Then from down the hall came a woman carrying the milk toward the kitchen. The man was following her holding a baby. The baby was crying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man had tears streaming down his face. The man began speaking and half crying, "We were just praying. We had some big bills this month and we ran out of money. We&lt;br /&gt;didn't have any milk for our baby. I was just praying and asking God to show me how to get some milk." His wife in the kitchen yelled out, "I asked Him to send an Angel with some. Are you an Angel?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young man reached into his wallet and pulled out all the money he had on him and put in the man's hand. He turned and walked back toward his car and tears were streaming down his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knew that God still answers prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-113841699939545053?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113841699939545053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=113841699939545053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/113841699939545053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/113841699939545053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2006/01/young-man-had-been-to-wednesday-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-113801458644181679</id><published>2006-01-23T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T19:09:46.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>But what can I say?&lt;br /&gt;I can't complain.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't run the last 100 metres fast enough.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe steroids might help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I'll look like Hercules. Oh maybe Tarzan, I'm not as hercules as Hercules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to eat bak gwa. But I can't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm determined to go on a diet,so that I can fit into my CNY clothes. I'm so proud of my CNY clothes. But I would look nicer if I'm taller. Too bad. And I got an S. Haha. Surprise surprise. Now tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-113801458644181679?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113801458644181679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=113801458644181679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/113801458644181679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/113801458644181679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2006/01/but-what-can-i-say-i-cant-complain.html' 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tried to drown a fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thought a quarterback was a refund.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got locked in a grocery store and starved to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tripped over a cordless phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took a ruler to bed to see how long she slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked for a price check at the Dollar Store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She studied for a blood test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thought Meow Mix was a CD for cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she heard that 90% of all crimes occur around the home, she moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she missed the 44 bus, she took the 22 bus twice instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she took you to the airport and saw a sign that said "AIRPORT LEFT", she turned around and went home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-113687286193761853?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-113672053462436410</id><published>2006-01-08T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T19:42:14.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, Merit Bursary Awards ceremony starts at 12.45am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.20, I open my cupboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.20, I screamed, "Where's my uniform?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.20, I realized it's all the way at WHOMPOA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.21, I sudenly became clever and wore a white polo tee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 ++, people had this impression that St. Nicks changed the uniform.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-113672053462436410?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-113645857150579652</id><published>2006-01-05T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T18:56:11.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My keyboard's gone haywire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I press up, my character goes down; &lt;br /&gt;I press down, my character goes up; &lt;br /&gt;I press left, my character goes right; &lt;br /&gt;I press right, my characters goes left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, are YOU indirectly trying to tell me that my life is going upside down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been busy these days, I mean, I'm still in Quadrant one. I'm like doing my HOLIDAY homework right now, and as I'm typing this, some stupid mynah's standing outside the window, knowing the glass, asking to be let in. And now, it's chirping (Well, mynahs don't chirp, I don't know what they do. It's whistling now?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think school's meant to brainwash people. I don't know. It feels so negative to be at school/at home. Well, either one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I won't be updating my blog so regularly anymore, I must upgrade to Quadrant 2. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess SHE'll want to spend some QUALITY TIME with US, inducing stuff like, "I LIKE LIT" into OUR brain cells. Okay, I don't mind her. But she's INTIMIDATING. I mean, not yet, but I heard my friends say so. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's first day of lesson, actually, we didn't have much of lessons, but piles of homework. I seriously need to upgrade to Quadrant 2, if not, I'll die, I'll die and I'll die die die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case people don't know what the hell I'm talking about: &lt;br /&gt;Living in Quadrant 1 means having homework that's urgent and important.&lt;br /&gt;Living in Quadrant 2 means having homework that's not urgent but important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so that's it. I'm going to continue with my Eng Part 2. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-113645857150579652?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113645857150579652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=113645857150579652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/113645857150579652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/113645857150579652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-keyboards-gone-haywire.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-113595586399735999</id><published>2005-12-30T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T23:17:44.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3012 SCHOOL REOPENS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPRING CLEAN, THOUGH THERE'S NOTHING TO CLEAN. WARD OFF BAD LUCK, I THINK THAT'S THE MAIN PURPOSE, COZ THE TABLE'S REALLY DUST FREE, WELL, EXCEPT THE TEACHER'S TABLE, THAT IS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL REOPENING RESOLUTION:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  I MUST LEARN TO LIKE MY &lt;b&gt;FORM TEACHER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1a) AND &lt;b&gt;HIGHER CHINESE LANGUAGE&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well, I'm sorry to say that Resolution No. 1 is highly difficult to achieve.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  I MUST LEARN TO LIKE MY &lt;b&gt;ENGLISH TEACHER&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2a) AND &lt;b&gt;ENGLISH LANGUAGE&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Resolution No. 2 is highly impossible too, since the teacher said she will pick on those who came from 2C'05.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)  I MUST LEARN TO LIKE MY &lt;b&gt;MATHEMATICS TEACHER&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;3a) AND &lt;b&gt;MATHEMATICS&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'll try, but I hate Maths.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)  I MUST LEARN TO LIKE MY &lt;b&gt;ADVANCE MATHEMATICS TEACHER&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;4a) AND &lt;b&gt;ADVANCE MATHEMATICS&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The teachers for Maths and A. Maths, well, they should be the same person. okay, but how to survive A. Maths if I hate E. Maths? Interesting.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)  I MUST LEARN TO LIKE MY &lt;b&gt;LITERATURE IN ENGLISH TEACHER&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;5a) AND &lt;b&gt;LITERATURE IN ENGLISH&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well, I hope my Literature teacher will make Literature wonderful, coz in the first place, I would never have chosen Literature... If I had a choice.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)  I MUST LEARN TO LIKE MY &lt;b&gt;ELECTIVE GEOGRAPHY TEACHER&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;6a) AND &lt;b&gt;ELECTIVE GEOGRAPHY&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't mind Mrs Sherwood, I hope it'll be Mrs Sherwood, if not, let's have someone nicer.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)  I MUST LEARN TO LIKE MY &lt;b&gt;BIOLOGY TEACHER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7a) AND &lt;b&gt;BIOLOGY&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Should be no problem, coz it's Ms Elaine Lim. And I love disecting frogs. Waha!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)  I MUST LEARN TO LIKE MY &lt;b&gt;CHEMISTRY TEACHER&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;8a) AND &lt;b&gt;CHEMISTRY&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I heard my favourite Chemistry teacher's leaving, well, don't know if it's true, hmm... But I've never liked the ions and electrons all the same.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)  I MUST LEARN TO LIKE MY &lt;b&gt;CLASSMATES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9a) AND MY &lt;b&gt;FRIENDS&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This will have to wait.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)  I MUST LEARN TO DO &lt;b&gt;ALL&lt;/b&gt; THE ABOVE&lt;br /&gt;9a) UNLESS I WANT TO DIE DURING 'O' LEVELS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So it seems like I've got no choice. i'm a pathetic soul. Boo hoo!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, LET'S NOT TALK ABOUT GETTING THE As AND STUFF, COZ EC IS SO TOUGH, PEOPLE EVEN GOT 0.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-113595586399735999?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113595586399735999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=113595586399735999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/113595586399735999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/113595586399735999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2005/12/3012-school-reopens.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-113585120883421639</id><published>2005-12-29T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T18:47:24.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ooh, it's GLITTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;TWINKLE TWINKLE TWINKLE&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPARKLY &lt;b&gt;TWINKLING&lt;/b&gt; GLITTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud of my HANDICRAFT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The VIOLIN &lt;b&gt;TWINKLES&lt;/b&gt; too!&lt;br /&gt;The SKULL &lt;b&gt;TWINKLES&lt;/b&gt; too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS SO DAMN LAME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, I'M SO PROUD OF MY GLITTERWORKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing to add:&lt;br /&gt;TSUNAMI STRUCK ON 26/12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;2 + 6 + 1 + 2 = &lt;b&gt;11&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-113585120883421639?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113585120883421639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=113585120883421639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/113585120883421639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/113585120883421639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2005/12/ooh-its-glitter.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-113496032767310255</id><published>2005-12-19T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T10:45:27.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;SOMETHING REALLY INTERESTING...&lt;br /&gt;and spooky.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) 'New York City' has &lt;b&gt;11&lt;/b&gt; letters.&lt;br /&gt;2) 'Afghanistan' has &lt;b&gt;11&lt;/b&gt; letters.&lt;br /&gt;3) 'Ramsin Yuseb' (the terrorist who threatened to destroy the Twin Towers in 1993) has &lt;b&gt;11&lt;/b&gt; letters.&lt;br /&gt;4) 'George W Bush' has &lt;b&gt;11&lt;/b&gt; letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;NAH, SO WHAT? MERE COINCIDENCE?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) New York is the &lt;b&gt;11&lt;/b&gt;th state.&lt;br /&gt;2) The first plane crashing against the Twin Towers was flight number &lt;b&gt;11&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;3) Flight &lt;b&gt;11&lt;/b&gt; was carrying 92 passengers. &lt;br /&gt;-&gt; &lt;u&gt;9 + 2 = &lt;b&gt;11&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Flight 77 which also hit Twin Towers, was carrying 65 passengers.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; &lt;u&gt;6+5 = &lt;b&gt;11&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) The tragedy was on September &lt;b&gt;11&lt;/b&gt;, or 9/11 as it is now known. &lt;br /&gt;-&gt; &lt;u&gt;9 + 1+ 1 = &lt;b&gt;11&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) The date is equal to the US emergency services telephone number 911. &lt;br /&gt;-&gt; &lt;u&gt;9 + 1 + 1 = &lt;b&gt;11&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;SHEER COINCIDENCE?&lt;/i&gt; Read on and make up your own mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The total number of victims inside all the hi-jacked planes was 254.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; &lt;u&gt;2 + 5 + 4 = &lt;b&gt;11&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) September 11 is day number 254 of the calendar year.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; &lt;u&gt;2 + 5 + 4 = &lt;b&gt;11&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) The Madrid bombing took place on 3/11/2004.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; &lt;u&gt;3 + 1 + 1 + 2 + 4 = &lt;b&gt;11&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) The tragedy of Madrid happened 911 days after the Twin Towers incident.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; &lt;u&gt;9 + 1 + 1 = &lt;b&gt;11&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;NOW THIS IS WHEN THINGS GET &lt;u&gt;COINCIDENTALLY&lt;/u&gt; EERIE&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most recognised symbol for the US, after the Stars &amp; Stripes, is the Eagle. The following verse is taken from the Qur'an, the Islamic holy book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For it is written that a son of Arabia would awaken a fearsome Eagle. The wrath of the Eagle would be felt throughout the lands of Allah and lo, while some of the people trembled in despair still more rejoiced: for the wrath of the Eagle cleansed the lands of Allah and there was peace."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This verse is number 9.11 of the Qur'an. &lt;i&gt;Remember &lt;u&gt;9 + 1 + 1 = &lt;b&gt;11&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;STILL UNCONVINCED? YOU'RE SURE A HARD ONE.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW TRY THIS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Open Microsoft Word &lt;br /&gt;2) Type in capitals &lt;b&gt;Q33 NY&lt;/b&gt; (this is the flight number of the first plane to hit one of the Twin Towers).&lt;br /&gt;3) Highlight the &lt;b&gt;Q33 NY&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;4) Change the actual font to the WINGDINGS.&lt;br /&gt;5) Enlarge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THERE, YOU GOT IT. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-113496032767310255?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113496032767310255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=113496032767310255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/113496032767310255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/113496032767310255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2005/12/something-really-interesting.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-113465090447796413</id><published>2005-12-15T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T20:57:51.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Once bitten, twice shy,&lt;br /&gt;Twice bitten, never try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about people always talking about the SIGNIFICANT THREE? Isn't there supposed to be a 'thrice bitten'? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, no one's gonna be so stupid as to get bitten THRICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT then again, most of the times, the THIRD will always be successful. Like in the story of The THREE Little Pigs. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English likes contradicting each other. Haha. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, I'm so happy that I didn't get bitten twice. :D&lt;br /&gt;I got bitten once, but nevermind, coz the second time I tried, I got what I wanted. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, no big deal for you. But anyway, I'm happy coz I succeeded. :) Who wouldn't if it concerns someone you like? Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) :) :) :) :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And you must be happy for me too, coz I dun usually get happy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only two months have passed, well, I've DAMN LOW EQ (I believe it's 0), so... I'm glad it took only two months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realize I didn't have a nervous breakdown when I &lt;i&gt;received&lt;/i&gt; that phone call, like I usually do, when I hear the phone ring. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you don't understand a word I'm saying, but nevermind, whatever happened's not really surprising, so I wouldn't bother blogging much about it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-113465090447796413?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113465090447796413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=113465090447796413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/113465090447796413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/113465090447796413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2005/12/once-bitten-twice-shy-twice-bitten.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-113456626653947810</id><published>2005-12-14T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T21:17:46.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HIYA. Don't force it anymore &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt;. Nice means nice; not nice means not nice &lt;i&gt;lo&lt;/i&gt;. Force also no use &lt;i&gt;what&lt;/i&gt;. Must got own unique style. Cannot be affected by what people say. People say nice then you must folow &lt;i&gt;meh&lt;/i&gt;? People say not nice, then you must go and change your style &lt;i&gt;meh&lt;/i&gt;? So not special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIYA. Don't want to do nice nice &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt;. I want to do it my own way, my style. Not nice then not nice lo. You see &lt;i&gt;ar&lt;/i&gt;, you do nice nice people come; you do not nice, people go, then you will feel sad. So &lt;i&gt;ar&lt;/i&gt;, it is better to do all your own way, so that people won't come and then later anti-climax your feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIYA. You know &lt;i&gt;ar&lt;/i&gt;, when people say nice &lt;i&gt;right&lt;/i&gt;, don't be happy, 'coz after awhile &lt;i&gt;right&lt;/i&gt;, your nice becomes not nice then people go. Human gets &lt;i&gt;sian&lt;/i&gt; so easily. They happy happy, they come. They happy happy, they go. They not happy, also go. HIYO, really don't understand people, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIYA. People everytime say look at things from different perspective. You see from the bright side. You do nice nice, people say nice, you happy, but after awhile, they don't care, you fall into depression. You do not nice, people won't say anything, so there's no need to use any bright side to view things. You see from the dark side, you do nice nice, people say nice, but then later they don't care, you feel sad, You do not nice, they also never care. So why bother forcing things to be nice? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIYA. So, if cannot be nice, don't force it to be nice, coz things &lt;s&gt;may&lt;/s&gt; will not turn out the way you wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singlish is nice. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-113456626653947810?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113456626653947810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=113456626653947810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/113456626653947810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/113456626653947810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2005/12/hiya.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-113439829177945627</id><published>2005-12-12T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T00:52:12.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I lied. Boo hoo.&lt;br /&gt;But it was a white lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, fine, it wasn't white, but it wasn't black either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-113439829177945627?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113439829177945627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=113439829177945627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/113439829177945627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/113439829177945627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-lied.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-113418291155780610</id><published>2005-12-10T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T18:24:18.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;ohmygoditwasbloodybrillantybrilliant&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;ohmy&lt;s&gt;fcuk&lt;/s&gt;godhorribleterriblevegetableandBLAH&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ohmygoditwasbloodybrillantybrilliant&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;ohmy&lt;s&gt;fcuk&lt;/s&gt;godhorribleterriblevegetableandBLAH&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ohmygoditwasbloodybrillantybrilliant&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;ohmy&lt;s&gt;fcuk&lt;/s&gt;godhorribleterriblevegetableandBLAH&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;shutup&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;youdon'ttellyourheadtoshutup&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yesterday's performance was BLOODY BRILLIANT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yesterday's performance was BLOODY&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The audience was awfully,horribly, terribly IMPRESSED&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The audience was awfully, horribly, terribly UNIMPRESSED&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;They clapped so ENTHUSIASTICALLY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;They clapped so UNENTHUSIASTICALLY&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I can't believe we actually SURVIVED it&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I can't believe we actually MADE it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;We GAINED pride&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;We LOST pride&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I LOVE our performance&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I HATE our performance&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;It was LOVELY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It was DEADLY&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;... I give up&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, you should have done so earlier.&lt;br /&gt;So like I said, it was deadly.&lt;br /&gt;Not that our performance killed anyone.&lt;br /&gt;But it killed our face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;mei mian zi&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;): Boo hoo.&lt;br /&gt;I guessed they were to embarrassed to mention anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, everyone had &lt;i&gt;PERFECT&lt;/i&gt; co-ordination.&lt;br /&gt;He said do this...&lt;br /&gt;And everyone does that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a failure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-113418291155780610?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113418291155780610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=113418291155780610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/113418291155780610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/113418291155780610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2005/12/ohmygoditwasbloodybrillantybrilliant.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-113394901787657756</id><published>2005-12-07T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T20:06:20.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Fairy Godmother,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been a naughty naughty person, haven't you? You didn't grant me my &lt;b&gt;BIG&lt;/b&gt; wish, so I'd expect a &lt;b&gt;BIG&lt;/b&gt; Christmas present from you. I'm very very upset with you, coz you ain't nice to me. :( I've three wishes currently, and I hope you'll grant them. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE:&lt;br /&gt;I want all unappreciative people banished from Earth. I don't like unappreciative people, I know you don't like unappreciative people too. You know there's this saying &lt;b&gt;NO MAN OR WOMAN IS WORTH YOUR TEARS AND THE ONLY ONE WHO IS, WILL NEVER MAKE YOU CRY&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I haven't been crying, coz I've been a good girl, but some unappreciative person out there has been upsetting me, well, in fact, I bet that this unappreciative person has been upsetting many many people. She's a bad bad girl. And she's definitely not worth getting upset with.&lt;br /&gt;You know what she does? When people lend her listening ears, she doesn't return them, you know. She's a naughty naughty person, right?&lt;br /&gt;And that's not all, when people need to borrow at least one listening ear, she doesn't even care to lend them. How wicked. ): &lt;br /&gt;She takes in 100% attention, and gives people 0%, and then she accuses people of gving her 0. I think she doesn't know about &lt;b&gt;GIVE&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;TAKE&lt;/b&gt;. Well, I hope you'll imbue this pernently into her mind.&lt;br /&gt;You know, she forgets what people &lt;u&gt;do&lt;/u&gt; for her, but rather remembers what people did not do for her. I wonder how she remembers all the stuff the people did not do for her, coz there are actually gazillions of things that people are not able to do for her. &lt;br /&gt;She must have a very good memory, or maybe she doesn't, coz if she has a very good memory, she could have remembered all the stuff that people did for her. Or maybe it's just unfortunate that she doesn't put her memory to good use.&lt;br /&gt;I think you should help manipulate the capacity of her memory to everyone's advantage, so that she remembers what people &lt;u&gt;do&lt;/u&gt; for her, instead of all the rubbish she keeps inside her head.&lt;br /&gt;It's that sad, don't you think? The way she ruin things for nice people out there.&lt;br /&gt;She gives that &lt;i&gt;bochap&lt;/i&gt; look when people discuss general matters and she gets really enthusiatic when she starts on her own anecdotes which people &lt;i&gt;bochap&lt;/i&gt;. So you see, she &lt;i&gt;bochap&lt;/i&gt; things that people care, and care things that people &lt;i&gt;bochap&lt;/i&gt;, and such things are usually her so-called beautiful anecdotes which will drag into her autobiographies.She doesn't care for masses, but only for herself. When people are eager to hear what generally happen to a large group of people, she'll cut that intersting story into a one-line summary, missing out all the details, making us go '&lt;i&gt;chey&lt;/i&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;She must &lt;b&gt;LEARN TO BE FAIR&lt;/b&gt;. She must &lt;b&gt;LEARN TO APPRECIATE OTHERS&lt;/b&gt;. She must &lt;b&gt;LEARN TO CHERISH THOSE AROUND HER&lt;/b&gt;. She must &lt;b&gt;LEARN TO CARE FOR OTHERS&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Now, my dear Fairy Godmother, I want you to do this. I want you to take back all the listening ears that she has stolen, and return them to the rightful owners. You must teach her proper manners. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so here's my SECOND wish:&lt;br /&gt;I want my &lt;b&gt;holiday&lt;/b&gt; to be a &lt;b&gt;holiday&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;What's a &lt;b&gt;holiday&lt;/b&gt; without a &lt;b&gt;holiday&lt;/b&gt; mood but cascades of &lt;b&gt;holiday&lt;/b&gt; homework?&lt;br /&gt;And why does &lt;b&gt;holiday&lt;/b&gt; homework contain the word '&lt;b&gt;holiday&lt;/b&gt;' if there's work to be done?&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it obvious that a &lt;b&gt;holiday&lt;/b&gt; means a no school, no work day?&lt;br /&gt;I really wonder the teachers like marking scripts. I believe they don't, but yet, they like giving us homework.&lt;br /&gt;Such an irony.&lt;br /&gt;Teachers are weird creatures. They seem to enjoy marking cascades of &lt;b&gt;holiday&lt;/b&gt; homework to be marked and then they'll tell us, "you think we like marking those scripts? We're very busy people, you know."&lt;br /&gt;Of course we know teachers are busy creatures, coz instead of choosing not to mark our scripts, they choose to give us &lt;b&gt;holiday&lt;/b&gt; homework and extra scripts to mark.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, they like making things worse for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;So my dear Fairy Godmother, I want you to banish &lt;b&gt;holiday&lt;/b&gt; homework which will lighten the teacher's workload, and ours too, so that everyone will be living happily ever after. Please make our &lt;b&gt;holiday&lt;/b&gt; a &lt;b&gt;holiday&lt;/b&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my THIRD and final wish:&lt;br /&gt;Well... I wish for... Er... I wish that I'll have three more wishes from you so that I can store them for later use when the need comes. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From,&lt;br /&gt;Your Mortal Goddaughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-113394901787657756?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113394901787657756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=113394901787657756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/113394901787657756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/113394901787657756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2005/12/dear-fairy-godmother-youve-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-113376773516680697</id><published>2005-12-05T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T15:41:23.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*&lt;i&gt;Let's boogey!&lt;/i&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Willy Wonka, Willy Wonka,&lt;br /&gt;The amazing chocolatier.&lt;br /&gt;Willy Wonka, Willy Wonka,&lt;br /&gt;Everybody give a cheer.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;i&gt;Yippee!&lt;/i&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;He's modest,clever, and so smart,&lt;br /&gt;He barely can restrain it.&lt;br /&gt;With so much generosity,&lt;br /&gt;There's no way to contain it.&lt;br /&gt;To contain it,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;i&gt;Wow!&lt;/i&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;To contain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=-2&gt;To contain...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=-3&gt;To contain...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;i&gt;Eww...&lt;/i&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Willy Wonka, Willy Wonka,&lt;br /&gt;He's a genius who just can't beat.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The magician and the chocloate whiz.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;i&gt;POP!&lt;/i&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Chewing gum is so gross, Chewing gum I hate the most.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WILLY WONKA HERE HE IS!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;i&gt;and he bangs into the glass of the glass elevator.&lt;/i&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://movies.yahoo.com/mv/mf/frame?theme=minfo&amp;lid=wmv-700-p.1313536-140839,wmv-56-p.1313533-140839,wmv-100-p.1313534-140839,wmv-300-p.1313535-140839,wmv-28-p.1313533-140839&amp;id=1808403419&amp;f=1808403419&amp;mspid=1808626276&amp;type=t&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; to view teaser trailer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like WIlly Wonka.&lt;br /&gt;He's so funny.&lt;br /&gt;And he's so cute. Waha.&lt;br /&gt;And I like his perfect set of teeth. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like his Everlasting Gobstoppers.&lt;br /&gt;And his idea of er... Whip cream,&lt;br /&gt;Cream that has been whipped with whips. :D HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His chewing gum's interesting.&lt;br /&gt;You get soup, roast beef with baked potato, crispy skin and butter, blueberry pie and ice cream and... &lt;br /&gt;You turn into a blueberry. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like his squirrels.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not as stupid as Veruca Salt to go and catch one,&lt;br /&gt;Which would probably land me in the dumps as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-113376773516680697?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113376773516680697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=113376773516680697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/113376773516680697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/113376773516680697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2005/12/lets-boogey-willy-wonka-willy-wonka.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-113359567740724649</id><published>2005-12-03T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T15:41:17.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I like them bloody,&lt;br /&gt;I like them hot.&lt;br /&gt;I like them freshest,&lt;br /&gt;From the pot.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overcook them and you find them tasteless, undercook them and you drink their blood, cook them just right and... and... well, you still drink their blood. And I like their juicy bloody insides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's just cockles I'm talking about. Not cannibalism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are &lt;i&gt;deliciouso&lt;/i&gt;, aren't they? I haven't had them in a long time until the feast yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love cockles.&lt;br /&gt;I love cockles.&lt;br /&gt;I love cockles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-113359567740724649?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113359567740724649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=113359567740724649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/113359567740724649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/113359567740724649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-like-them-bloody-i-like-them-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-113333570433399820</id><published>2005-11-30T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T15:37:52.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;UNEXPECTED&lt;/b&gt; things happen at &lt;b&gt;UNEXPECTED&lt;/b&gt; times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes good, sometimes bad - and sometimes &lt;b&gt;UNEXPECTED&lt;/b&gt; things go &lt;b&gt;UNEXPECTEDLY&lt;/b&gt; horribly wrong at &lt;b&gt;UNEXPECTED&lt;/b&gt; times, Dumbledore's &lt;b&gt;UNEXPECTED&lt;/b&gt; death one such case. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But right now, I'm not going to elaborate about how tragic Dumbledore's &lt;b&gt;unexpected&lt;/b&gt; death was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I was saying, &lt;b&gt;UNEXPECTED&lt;/b&gt; things happen at &lt;b&gt;UNEXPECTED&lt;/b&gt; times and &lt;b&gt;UNEXPECTED&lt;/b&gt; times &lt;b&gt;UNEXPECTEDLY&lt;/b&gt; has &lt;b&gt;UNEXPECTED&lt;/b&gt; things and &lt;b&gt;UNEXPECTED&lt;/b&gt; things has &lt;b&gt;UNEXPECTEDLY&lt;/b&gt; choose to appear at &lt;b&gt;UNEXPECTED&lt;/b&gt; times and &lt;b&gt;UNEXPECTED&lt;/b&gt; times - wait, I'm confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you're &lt;b&gt;unexpectedly&lt;/b&gt; confused too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, as I was saying, &lt;b&gt;UNEXPECTED&lt;/b&gt; things happen - Oh, I've said that already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, something &lt;b&gt;unexpected&lt;/b&gt; happen at such a &lt;b&gt;unexpected&lt;/b&gt; time to me. Well, actually not to only me, but only someone like me would consider something like this as '&lt;b&gt;unexpected&lt;/b&gt;'. Nothing big really, you can just stop reading all these rubbish here, and proceed to doing something else. I &lt;b&gt;unexpectedly&lt;/b&gt; doubt that I'll &lt;b&gt;unexpectedly&lt;/b&gt; be able to finish talking about this &lt;b&gt;unexpected&lt;/b&gt; thing at the end of the day. Personally, I don't think I'll be able to start talking about it, so you can choose to leave, or continue listening to my &lt;b&gt;unexpectedly&lt;/b&gt; mindless nonsensical buffaloic baboonic blabblering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, this &lt;b&gt;unexpected&lt;/b&gt; thing can't really be classified as '&lt;b&gt;unexpected&lt;/b&gt;', you would probably go "BIG deal &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt;!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the thing is, I &lt;b&gt;unexpectedly&lt;/b&gt; went into my room and the &lt;b&gt;unexpected&lt;/b&gt; phone suddenly &lt;b&gt;unexpectedly&lt;/b&gt; rang. I expected my aunt on the other line, but &lt;b&gt;unexpectedly&lt;/b&gt;, it wasn't. Like I said, it's no big deal to you, so don't expect some &lt;b&gt;unexpectedly&lt;/b&gt; big mystery or something. It's just that, the person on the other line was someone who would never have called or have any contact in any way. Well, I'm just surprised to hear who's on the other line. Well, it wouldn't matter if I'm not telling you who. You wouldn't care anyway. It's a big surprise for me, but well, like I said no big deal for you, so don't come and kill me for being spoiler. Afterall, spoilers are commonly used for that irritating annoying disappointing dramatic effect. I'm not a fan of spoilers. It gets irritating sometimes, I know, I bet you're cursing the spoilers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, NO BIG DEAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How &lt;b&gt;UNEXPECTED&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*whoopping*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-113333570433399820?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113333570433399820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=113333570433399820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/113333570433399820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/113333570433399820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2005/11/unexpected-things-happen-at-unexpected.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-113323952151426600</id><published>2005-11-29T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T12:45:21.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"One should try my buttered potatoes."  -unknown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-113323952151426600?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113323952151426600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=113323952151426600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/113323952151426600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/113323952151426600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2005/11/one-should-try-my-buttered-potatoes.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-113298241111907882</id><published>2005-11-26T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T13:20:11.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;Love love potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I eat poatatoes.&lt;br /&gt;Eat eat potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bake potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;Bake baked potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I steam potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;Steam steamed potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I boiled potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;Boil boiled potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I roast potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;Roast roasted potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I barbeque potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;Barbeque barbequed potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;Nice nice potatoes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-113298241111907882?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113298241111907882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=113298241111907882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/113298241111907882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/113298241111907882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-love-potatoes.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-113283741527855660</id><published>2005-11-24T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T21:06:54.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I like Haley Joel Osment. He's so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Bruce Willis too. Actually, I prefer his ghost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY were abit gruesome, weren't they? A huge chunk out off HIS head, yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT EVERY GIFT'S A BLESSING.&lt;br /&gt;THE 6TH SENSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, bowling has left me with a few aching bones and semi-backache. Remind me to wear socks next time, I don't want them so high that it actually reaches my knee. Goodday to you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-113283741527855660?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113283741527855660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=113283741527855660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/113283741527855660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/113283741527855660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-like-haley-joel-osment.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-113265731892391395</id><published>2005-11-22T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T19:01:58.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HPATGOF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3rd task gave me a heart attack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad-Eye Moody is totally nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Snape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Barty Crouch Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Voldemort too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-113265731892391395?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113265731892391395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=113265731892391395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/113265731892391395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/113265731892391395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2005/11/hpatgof-3rd-task-gave-me-heart-attack.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-113249367270004206</id><published>2005-11-20T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T21:34:32.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Meet-the-Whoever Session yesterday, was it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i) When I was happily biting my arm (yes, I do that when I have nothing to do in the car. I'll put my arm at the window and then lean on it... and start chewing), the Science HOD just walked past my car. Ok, I know her, but she semi-knows me or sth, I don't know, but nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ii) When my father was happily drving along some highway near Queenstown or sth, I glanced into the car beside mine and in it sat Chan Wei Shing. Ok, hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iii) When I was 'happily' at this temple, I saw my kindergarten teacher. Oh well, hello again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-113249367270004206?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113249367270004206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=113249367270004206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/113249367270004206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/113249367270004206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2005/11/meet-whoever-session-yesterday-was-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-113230342521038564</id><published>2005-11-18T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T16:45:33.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Fairy Godmother,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need my wish granted and I sincerely hope you'll grant it. You know what this wish is, and shhh, we're not telling anyone. This is between you and me. I promise what I promise you if you grant my wish. Please let me fulfil my wish. Please let be this an early Christmas present. I won't be greedy anymore. I don't need anything from Santa Claus anymore if you grant me this wish. You know how much this wish means to me. I'll do anything to have this granted, I don't mind having to exchange my glass shoes and gown and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From&lt;br /&gt;Your Mortal Goddaughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I don't need to go to the ball like Cinderella, I just want this wish granted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-113230342521038564?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113230342521038564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=113230342521038564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/113230342521038564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/113230342521038564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2005/11/dear-fairy-godmother-i-need-my-wish.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-113223165074295400</id><published>2005-11-17T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T20:47:30.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You don't know how much I want it to work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want it as much as you want your girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-113223165074295400?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113223165074295400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=113223165074295400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/113223165074295400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/113223165074295400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2005/11/you-dont-know-how-much-i-want-it-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-113212272405444184</id><published>2005-11-16T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T14:33:39.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm stoning. I'm surprised at how my fingers can still move after being stationary for so long. I'm stoning. I'm stoning. I'm stoning. Help, I'm stoning. I can't stang being glued to the seat all day long. My butt goes numb. I'm so bored, I'm starting to lose interest with my computer. Nothing's fun. I hate getting coop up in this room and fantasize and fantasize and fantasize. I miss Button, I miss school, I miss my classroom, I miss my table, I miss my chair, I miss the floor, I miss- Okay, stop it. Seriously, one can go mad like this. I need to move my legs, yet they won't move. Idiot. Damn. Retarded. I'm starting to get sick of MSN too. Oh well, isn't there something that can interest me? Argh. I hate this. I hate this. I hate this. Most of all I hate YOU. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, no one in particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling bored. I'm feeling lame. I'm feeling like a mental block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a dog. I need a dog. I love that dog. This is driving me crazy. CRAZY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artificial intelligence is too artificial. It's boring me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even blogging seems like eew. 'Coz there's totally zilch to blog about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-113212272405444184?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113212272405444184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=113212272405444184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/113212272405444184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/113212272405444184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-stoning.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-113212171942490397</id><published>2005-11-16T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T14:16:33.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pia... I shot her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MA PIA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-113212171942490397?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113212171942490397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=113212171942490397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/113212171942490397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/113212171942490397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2005/11/pia.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-113194977467699685</id><published>2005-11-14T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T14:29:34.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had my selfish reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-113194977467699685?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113194977467699685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=113194977467699685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/113194977467699685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/113194977467699685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-had-my-selfish-reason.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-113194948150828848</id><published>2005-11-14T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T14:24:41.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seriously, I must have been out of my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-113194948150828848?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113194948150828848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=113194948150828848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/113194948150828848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/113194948150828848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2005/11/seriously-i-must-have-been-out-of-my.html' 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type='html'>FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIN'T I GLAD THAT I'VE FAILED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY MAMA, YOU'LL NEVER KNOW WHAT I WANTED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-113194561518161979?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113194561518161979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=113194561518161979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/113194561518161979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/113194561518161979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-113194432639562151</id><published>2005-11-14T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T13:02:45.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't give me the CRAP,&lt;br /&gt;Coz you ain't no more,&lt;br /&gt;But a pile of SHIT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-113194432639562151?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113194432639562151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=113194432639562151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;ONE:&lt;br /&gt;To dream that you are ascending in an elevator, signifies that you will quickly rise to status and wealth. You may have risen to a higher level of consciousness and are looking at the world from an elevated viewpoint. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO:&lt;br /&gt;Descending in an elevator, denotes that misfortunes will crush and discourage you. The up and down action of the elevator may represent the ups and downs of your life go emerging out of and submerging into your subconscious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE:&lt;br /&gt;To dream that the elevator is out of order or that it is not letting you off, symbolizes that your emotions have gotten out of control. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR:&lt;br /&gt;To dream that an elevator is falling out of control, refers to your fears of letting go. You may also be expressing  your desire to give up and escape from some demanding situation.  If the elevator stops just right before it crashes, then it indicates that if you hang on long enough, everything will turn out all fine in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I belong to the THIRD or FOURTH catergory, coz what I dreamt was the lift number jumping here and there. My flat's supposed to be on the 72nd, but the elevator never reached there. Instead, it fall straight from 31st to 6th, all numbers out of control and I never got out of the elevator.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-113177710830393967?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113177710830393967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=113177710830393967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/113177710830393967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/113177710830393967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2005/11/ok-i-had-that-elevator-dream-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-113161710922888474</id><published>2005-11-10T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T18:28:00.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ALOHA LOYANG&lt;br /&gt;Bungalow 10 Jacana but we made a mistake and went to Terrace 10 Juniper instead. No wonder there were so many '&lt;i&gt;small people&lt;/i&gt;', scared the hell out of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1&lt;br /&gt;Hardly anyone when we reached there. Watched them play mahjong and gradually learnt how to play. Went to search for bicycle kiosk, walked from Loyang to Pasir Ris and the idiotic bicycle kiosk's at Costa Sands Resort. By the time we reached there, the shop's gonna close. Damn it. Returned to our bungalow and Wong was there already, playing mahjong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pot Luck wasn't exactly nice. I'm surprised I didn't have stomach upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 o'clock: "You can switch on your air con now." FINALLY.&lt;br /&gt;10 o'clock: Xilei came. PILLOW FIGHT. Everyone almost died.&lt;br /&gt;Games and chat and games and chat.&lt;br /&gt;1 something: "Hiya, go sleep!"&lt;br /&gt;Few minutes later: "Cannot lah! I'm hungry!"&lt;br /&gt;2 something: Ate Mamee&lt;br /&gt;Around 3: "Sleep liao lah!"&lt;br /&gt;4.30: "Wake up wake up! Sunrise! Hurry!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We missed the sunrise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had egg for breakfast, Jing and I slept like pigs until Amazing Race. Came in 2nd last. We had water games, Commando Attack, or something like that. But what spoils the whole thing is, we're supposed to AVOID the water. Idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunked into the pool with Jing. THIS IS WHAT YOU CALL FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a bath and Jing and I slept like pigs again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At don't know what time the teachers came, but we were still sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wake up, wake up! Teachers here liao!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, BBQ was a total failure. &lt;br /&gt;i) We had a lack of charcoal. &lt;br /&gt;ii) The chicken wings hate us, they just wouldn't cook! &lt;br /&gt;iii) The satay have something against us too.&lt;br /&gt;iv) The otah has turned sour.&lt;br /&gt;v) The teachers sat there while we worked like hell. But nevermind, we can't complain, coz it's Teacher's Appreciation Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHERS' APPRECIATION NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;Acted out our AWARD-WINNING skit, though it was a total mess and had to REWIND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHERS' AWARDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs GOBI, crowned Mrs Empathy.&lt;br /&gt;-"I've failed to teach the class to empathise with others." Or rather, with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr WONG, crowned Mr Quadrant 2.&lt;br /&gt;-Who goes round saying, "you are stressed coz you never live in Quadrant 2."&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of the time when I was asking him for the plan of the school and he said, "What about Quadrant 2? Why didn't you ask for it earlier?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss LAI, crowned Ms Alright.&lt;br /&gt;-She always starts the class with, "Alright girls..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs SHERWOOD, crowned Mrs Save-Wood.&lt;br /&gt;-"And the deforestation and the &lt;i&gt;blah blah blah&lt;/i&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr SOH, crowned Mr Big Brain.&lt;br /&gt;-"Wo shi zhong er de DAO NAO."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr PHEE, crowned Mr Cannot-Run-Behind-Me.&lt;br /&gt;-"Whoever runs behind me will have to run one more round."&lt;br /&gt;I almost became his victim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss PRAVEENA, crowned Miss Positive.&lt;br /&gt;-She and her atom joke. Once there were two atoms, and they were walking in a park. One of the atoms lost their electrons and the other asked, "are you sure?" He answered, "I'm positive."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr IMRAN, crowned Mr Cackle.&lt;br /&gt;-He gets the whole class laughing with his laughter. HA HA HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Foo, crowned Mr Wabiwasabi.&lt;br /&gt;-"It's the PERFECTION of IMPERFECTION."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's still a few teachers left, but those are not very significant, so I'll just leave them out. But there's one very SIGNIFICANT teahcer who's not crowned: Zheng Wei Liang Xian Sheng. He hates us like we hate him. We were all mean to him. Well, when we invited him to the chalet, he asked, "Wo shou huan ying ma?" But we were REALLY mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried getting Mrs Gobi to dance with us but she wouldn't coz the teachers were there. Mr Imran and Mr Soh pretended to leave and they started a very lame convo.&lt;br /&gt;Imran: "Are we teachers?"&lt;br /&gt;Soh:" No, we are not. We are just friends."&lt;br /&gt;Imran: "Yes friends."&lt;br /&gt;They have lame convos here and there but I can't remember everything. We are so gonna miss them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had their farewell speeches and Mrs Gobi pointed June out, coz of her SLOW-MOTION FALL with her SLOW MOTION "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...." with our SLOW MOTION RESPONSE to help her off the floor. I didn't realize that we are FAMOUS for our LOUDNESS and ROWDINESS, until Mr Wong and Mrs Gobi pointed that out too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sad to see them leave. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 3&lt;br /&gt;12.00 am: Chatted until 2 am about dreams and crushes and alot of rubbish. We didn't pause abit, that's quite amazing for us. June, Jing and Xilei went back to the room first, only to run out and scream hysterically moments later because of Xiao Qiang. Ben was chasing Xiao Qiang and Xiao Qiang was chasing Xilei and Xilei was chasing June. They scared the living out of Elisa, FT and me. CRAZY PEOPLE AT CRAZY TIMES. Ben murdered 3 Xiao Qiangs in total and Jing murdered a baby one. And I actually bathed with one of them on Day 1. I found half a cockroach case one Day 3. DISGUSTING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 8, checked out, missed the bus and had to wait for an hour, visited the arcade and I slept like a pig when I reached home. And then she tells me, "Your father lost his job."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-113161710922888474?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113161710922888474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=113161710922888474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/113161710922888474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/113161710922888474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2005/11/aloha-loyang-bungalow-10-jacana-but-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-113086092611976882</id><published>2005-11-01T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T00:02:06.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>... and btw, I just found out that the soloist is 21 years old. He thought me when he was 16. Sec 4 kid. It doesn't make sense, does it? He didn't look like a Sec 4 to me. Oh boy, I was 9. He gave up on me coz I played like shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-113086092611976882?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113086092611976882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=113086092611976882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/113086092611976882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/113086092611976882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-113085943647630424</id><published>2005-11-01T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T23:37:16.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 weird dreams about him and him. I wonder what's tonight's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-113085943647630424?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113085943647630424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=113085943647630424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/113085943647630424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/113085943647630424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2005/11/2-weird-dreams-about-him-and-him.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-113067673183586010</id><published>2005-10-30T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T20:52:11.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My stand partner (for today) --&gt; so handsome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soloist --&gt; more handsome.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, he's the most handsome one around. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*giggles a very girly giggle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I recently realized that the handsome soloist WAS my teacher FIVE years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So shi bai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn shi bai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiya, irritating lah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-113067673183586010?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113067673183586010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=113067673183586010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/113067673183586010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/113067673183586010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-stand-partner-for-today-so-handsome.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-113058183747589927</id><published>2005-10-29T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T19:06:43.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Meet-the-Parents session yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The campfire was, but I felt as if I was being barbequed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got my results. I expected worse but it was one of my best marks for this year. I'm pretty glad, but my parents aren't. They are always not happy with this and that. They aren't even happy that I got into EC. They first few things they asked when they learnt that I've got into EC is, "So your results good or not? Did BLAH get higher than you? BLAH so clever. Did BLAH#2 get higher than you? Then BLAH#3, BLAH#4? How many classes of EC are there? Hiya, 4... That's less than half of the cohort, so easy to get in. How many people in your class in EC? See everyone so clever, last year you so clever, this year you die la. What's your position in class? Not number one right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the bloody hell would I know what's the score of anyone? How the bloody hell wold I know how many people got into EC?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idiot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-113058183747589927?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113058183747589927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=113058183747589927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/113058183747589927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/113058183747589927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2005/10/meet-parents-session-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-113008038839778032</id><published>2005-10-23T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T23:15:10.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When the head meets wall&lt;br /&gt;and blood will fall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-113008038839778032?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/113008038839778032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=113008038839778032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/113008038839778032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/113008038839778032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2005/10/when-head-meets-wall-and-blood-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-112972425942346865</id><published>2005-10-19T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T20:17:39.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Loose Canon's performance was nice. But it would be better if they did not perform Shakespeare. Didn't understand Macbeth and some poem called Potato (what has poatato got to do with heaven and earth and oceans and World War THREE?!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a chat with Mrs Gobi... A very lame one... Ok la, she's nice la. I just realized that she's nice. Elisa started the topic of Mr Wong and she must be really glad that she's leaving coz if Mr Wong gets to hear what she said, she'll definitely die. BAH! Elisa is violent. XP. Then the topic changed to June's crushes... Then talked about MOON and his lame jokes ("Human can be man and woman. Man and woman can be human.")Like, DIAO! And then back to the sugject of crushes (hiyo, seriously, what the hell were we doing?), the subject of crushing seniors, crushing teachers... Like, wa piang! And I think she found out something about me... BISH la! And I found out something about someone too. Oh seriously, I didn't know that someone would actually have enough people to open a fan club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, to the MATHS GPC members: MATHS IS ACTUALLY DEAD. VERY DEAD. HUMANS ARE LIVE. HUMANS USE DEAD MATHS TO LIVE THINGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually we would rather not do anything since he said, "if it's so dead, then don't do it." But to accept that 'invitation' means to die early and we definitely do not want that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-112972425942346865?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/112972425942346865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=112972425942346865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/112972425942346865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/112972425942346865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2005/10/loose-canons-performance-was-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-112962747872904371</id><published>2005-10-18T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T17:24:38.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FIRE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, finally, there's a REAL fire. And the fire drill bell didn't even ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know when the fire started. But... We were all sitting near the fire moments ago, without knowing there's a fire coz the fire was behind the curtain. Half an hour earlier, there was a black out but this's always happening in our class, especially when Miss Jacob tells ghost stories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sniggers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More blackouts should happen during tests, seriously. So that we can be allowed to use the light from our handphones. Hahaha. That was stupid, allowing us to on handphones during a test. o_0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our air con caught fire. Not the aircon, it's the box outside the classroom that's connected to the aircon. Fire, fire, fire... Oh well, it didn't explode. XP&lt;br /&gt;I silently wish it did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got our papers back yesterday. Darn Maths. And I don't know what happened to my Lit, but it's the first time I got 17/20 and 18/20. Geog and History, ok la, I'm quite happy with the A1. Science, like, IDIOT. English and Chinese too, IDIOT, my A1s are gone just because of ONE damn compo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-112962747872904371?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/112962747872904371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=112962747872904371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/112962747872904371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/112962747872904371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2005/10/fire.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-112920012518709434</id><published>2005-10-13T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T18:42:05.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think the teachers got a shock when a Charitian told them, "I want to drop out of school." Elisa did that and a teacher was like, "HUH?!!!!" Her eyes as large as 50-cent coins. O_O Hahaha. Elisa scared me too when she went to the general office and said, "I want to ask about... Dropping out of school." Wah! This is so crazy. Hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Sports and Games Carnival today and it was a total boo boo for me. Blurgh! I'd rather it rained. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-112920012518709434?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/112920012518709434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=112920012518709434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/112920012518709434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/112920012518709434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-think-teachers-got-shock-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-112903189838529707</id><published>2005-10-11T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T19:58:18.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-112903189838529707?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/112903189838529707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=112903189838529707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/112903189838529707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/112903189838529707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2005/10/sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-112894181602828935</id><published>2005-10-10T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T19:23:27.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>VENEZIA's ice cream rocks.&lt;br /&gt;The lemon flavoured one is so &lt;i&gt;deliciouso&lt;/i&gt; and yummy and irresistable and... In short, you should go try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet and sour and sour and sweet and sweet and sour and sour and swee- I mean, it's sweet and sour and what's more, it's low in fat (ideal for people like me, you know).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't just find it anywhere you know. I mean, it's made of real lemon juice and yum yum, it just satisfy &lt;s&gt;our tastebuds&lt;/s&gt; my tastebuds (I like sweet sweet sour sour).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE VENEZIA'S LEMON. I'm gonna devour coconut and mango and peppermint and chocolate and rum and raisin next (if I have the money).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A BOUNTY FOR JUNE.&lt;br /&gt;SIX BOUNTIES FOR JUNE.&lt;br /&gt;SIXTY SIX BOUNTIES FOR JUNE.&lt;br /&gt;SIX HUNDRED AND SIXTY SIX BOUNTIES FOR JUNE.&lt;br /&gt;SIX THOUSAND SIX HUNDRED AND SIXTY SIX BOUNTIES FOR JUNE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EACH BOUNTY COSTS SIXTY-CENTS.&lt;br /&gt;SIXTY SIX BOUNTIES FOR JUNE ON SIX JUNE OH-SIX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUNE AND HER POOR BOUNTY FETISH.&lt;br /&gt;SHE'S SO GONNA LOOK LIKE A COCONUT.&lt;br /&gt;I MEAN, THE COCNUT TREE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EAT A &lt;b&gt;BOUNTI&lt;/b&gt;FUL HARVEST OF &lt;b&gt;BOUNTIES&lt;/b&gt; AND GET &lt;b&gt;BOUNCY&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-112894181602828935?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/112894181602828935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=112894181602828935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/112894181602828935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/112894181602828935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2005/10/venezias-ice-cream-rocks.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-112886573517693121</id><published>2005-10-09T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T21:48:55.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lonely &lt;br /&gt;I'm Mr. Lonely &lt;br /&gt;I have nobody, &lt;br /&gt;call my owwnn &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lonely, &lt;br /&gt;I'm Mr. lonely, &lt;br /&gt;I have nobody, &lt;br /&gt;call my ownnn &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lonely.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo this one here goes out to all my playas out there, man ya' know who got to have that one "good girl" whose always been there like it's worth all the bullshit then one day she cant take it no more and decides to leave yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up in the middle of the night and I noticed my girl wasn't by my side, coulda' sworn I was dreamin', for her I was feenin, so I hadda take a little ride, back tracking ova' these few years, tryna' figure out wat I do to make it go bad, cause, ever since my girl left me, my whole life came crashin &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lonely (so lonely), &lt;br /&gt;I'm Mr. Lonely (Mr. Lonely) &lt;br /&gt;I have nobody (i have nobody) &lt;br /&gt;call my ownnn(to call my owwnn) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lonely (so lonely) &lt;br /&gt;I'm Mr. Lonely (Mr. Lonely) &lt;br /&gt;I have nobody (i have nobody) &lt;br /&gt;call my owwnn (to call my own owwnn) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant believe I hadda girl like you and I just let you walk right outta my life, after all I put you thru you still stuck &lt;br /&gt;around and stayed by my side, what really erked me is I broke your heart, baby you a good girl and I had no right, I &lt;br /&gt;really wanna make things right, cause without you in my life girl, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lonely (so lonely) &lt;br /&gt;I'm Mr. Lonely (Mr. Lonely) &lt;br /&gt;I have nobody (i have nobody) &lt;br /&gt;call my ownnn(to call my own girl) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lonely (so lonely) &lt;br /&gt;I'm Mr. Lonely (Mr. Lonely) &lt;br /&gt;I have nobody (i have nobody) &lt;br /&gt;call my owwnn(to call my owwnn) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been all about the world ain't neva met a girl that can take the things that you been through &lt;br /&gt;Never thought the day would come where you would get up and run and I would be out chasing you cause ain't nowhere in the globe I'd rather be, ain't no one in the globe I'd rather see, then the girl of my dreams that made me be so happy but now so lonely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lonely (so lonely) &lt;br /&gt;I'm Mr. Lonely (Mr. Lonely) &lt;br /&gt;I have nobody (i have nobody) &lt;br /&gt;call my owwnn (to call my owwnn) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lonely (so lonely) &lt;br /&gt;I'm Mr. Lonely (mr. Lonely) &lt;br /&gt;I have nobody (I have nobody) &lt;br /&gt;call my owwnn (to call my owwnn) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never thought that I'd be alone, I didnt think you'd be gone this long, I just want you to call my phone, stop playing girl and come on home (come on home), baby girl I didn't mean to shout, I want me and you to work it out, I never wished dat I would hurt my baby, and its drivin' me crazy cause... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lonely (so lonely) &lt;br /&gt;I'm Mr. Lonely (Mr. Lonely) &lt;br /&gt;I have nobody (I have nobody) &lt;br /&gt;call my owwnn (to call my owwnn) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lonely (so lonely) &lt;br /&gt;I'm Mr. Lonely (Mr. Lonely) &lt;br /&gt;I have nobody (Have nobody) &lt;br /&gt;call my owwnn (to call my owwnn) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lonely, &lt;br /&gt;So lonely, (so lonely) &lt;br /&gt;So lonely, (so lonely), &lt;br /&gt;Mr. Lonely,(Lonely) so lonely (so lonely) &lt;br /&gt;So lonely, (lonely) &lt;br /&gt;So lonely, (so lonely), &lt;br /&gt;Mr. Lonely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-112886573517693121?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/112886573517693121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=112886573517693121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/112886573517693121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/112886573517693121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2005/10/lonely-im-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-112865350156851535</id><published>2005-10-07T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T10:51:41.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You think it's funny?&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you it's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Like, haha.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think it's easy to bring me DOWN DOWN DOWN?&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you it is.&lt;br /&gt;But you ain't doing it the right way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Like, haha.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good try.&lt;br /&gt;But I know better than to fall for you trick(s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Like, haha.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think you have a lot of brains up there?&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, you do.&lt;br /&gt;And you seem to make good use of them.&lt;br /&gt;Good for you then.&lt;br /&gt;But still, I'm not that stupid you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Like, haha.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think you're great?&lt;br /&gt;Acting OH-I'M-SO-NICE and you're actually WHO-DO-YOU-THINK-YOU-ARE-NOW-GET-LOST-SMALL-FRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Like, haha.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, you're great.&lt;br /&gt;Hurting people and making it as if you don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Like, haha.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, I'm not going to be affected by it.&lt;br /&gt;Spiting people doesn't help, you know.&lt;br /&gt;And I can differentiate between SPITE and TRUTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Like, haha.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting beside me, going here, going there,&lt;br /&gt;You look pathetic you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Like, haha.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give me this sort of crap.&lt;br /&gt;You're a whole load of BULLSHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Like, haha.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the reason behind everything.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm glad at least you have a reason,&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind if it's pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;Pathetic people have pathetic reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Like, haha.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think you could have gotten the post of Hermione?&lt;br /&gt;Nah, fat hope, girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Like, haha.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you're leaving.&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;And then you can go and act smart there, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just get lost.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And forget about your farewell card.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-112865350156851535?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/112865350156851535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=112865350156851535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/112865350156851535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/112865350156851535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2005/10/you-think-its-funny-im-telling-you-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-112859294883491410</id><published>2005-10-06T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T20:21:30.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We finished running the last 100 metres, like, finally. It's so terrible. But it's over. (: Don't we feel exhausted after the race, don't we just feel like leaving everything and let our hair down? Can't believe it. It's over in just a blink of an eye. No more burning of midnight oil, no more pulling off my hair like some insane mental victim, no more big mountains of my hair on the floor as if it's a salon (I've serious hair problem). Now I can spend more time on this stupid screen (till it explodes again). Oh man. I'm so looking forward to the choosing of next year's subjects. I've got it all planned out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO triple science, I hate Physics, you know.&lt;br /&gt;PURE GEOG-the mountains, the volcanos, no more Mao.&lt;br /&gt;I'll try not to take E-lit, if I can.&lt;br /&gt;I'll definitely take BIOLOGY, nevermind the disection of frogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. Hmm... All I can think of is play! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched Dark Water today. It's nice, but the Jap version is scarier, so much more scarier. Whoooo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack's Place was yummy, but seriously, I prefer Sakae. I want to go Sakae again! But... Nevermind... Hmm, stupid things happened at Jack's Place. &lt;br /&gt;Chua Xilei reserved a table for us, so the man asked her for her name. "Her name's Chuan SISSY!" and he almost wrote 'Chua Sissy' down. Ha. SISSY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was taking the tomato and asking Elisa, "who dare to eat this?" Elisa replied, "It's disgust-" Before she finished her sentence, I swallowed the tomato already. Then June challenged me to eat the chicken and cucumber in one mouthful, "JOEY, ni zui ba gou da ma?" The table beside ours stared at us and then started laughing. Haha! I succeeded anyway, but my mouth isn't big. It's only big when there's good food ok? XP So malu la, the couple was like laughing with/at us. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this waiter came and cleared our plates. June said,"Wah lao! Your knife?" Then he smiled. Then when he was about to leave, Eliz said, "Wait, I talk to them awhile." Then the waiter stopped and said, "Yes?" Eliz wasn't refering to him la, hiyo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-112859294883491410?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/112859294883491410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=112859294883491410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/112859294883491410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/112859294883491410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2005/10/we-finished-running-last-100-metres.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-112790253031843238</id><published>2005-09-28T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T18:15:30.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"It's late. The moon's gigantic! It seems to be drawing nearer and nearer towards us, it's so near, I don't doubt we can touch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moon seems so pretty from underwater. A solitary house stood some 40 metres away. It's weird, every thing looks out of place, but I can't figure out what is wrong. I've got my friends here, but... WAIT. I'm underwater, am I? How can I breathe underwater? Something's seriously wrong. Oh no. Why does everyone around me seem as if everything's all right? We are going to die underwater if we don't get out fast enough! Oh man, how? How?! HOW?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. Wait a moment, my respiratory system seems fine underwater. Why is it that I'm able to breathe underwater? What do my nostrils get filled with an abundant amount of oxygen? This is terribly weird, oh god, I seriously don't know, I don't have a clue what and why am I doing here, I don't understand what's happening; I don't get it; I don't get it at all-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts were interrupted as June starts to glow and sizzle and vibrate. It's really queer. She starts having metal limbs, arms, face, whatever, everything. She evolves into a robot, I sense danger and all of us ran away from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched her from a distance. How could this be happening? She takes out something that resembles a laser gun and shoots at one of our classmates nearby. I don't know who it was, all I knew was that she evolved into a robot and June turned into her normal self again. Oh man, we're so glad to see the real June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, our relief did not last long. Before June can be reunited with us, our classmate who had turned into a robot came charging at us and SHOOT! SHOOT! SHOOT! People became robots and robots became human. All we could think of was run. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ran and ran till we reached intp a shopping centre. To our horror, we saw more of the robots but there was no way for us to turn around and run. One of the robots in the shopping centre pointed its laser gun at a victim, someone we don't know, but instead of the victim transforming into a robot, many people around him/her turned into robots. Oh no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran and got seperated from Elisa, Joey. My mind was in a mess, everything did not make any sense to me, but I just ran, hoping to get out of danger. I ran towards an escalator and made an attempt to travel down the level, however, the steps were moving towards me and a robot stood on it, drawing nearer and nearer. I wanted to escape, but too late, the robot shot at me, oh shit, stupid things happen at stupid times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I awaited myself to evolve into a robot, but I didn't.Instead, the people around me started turning into robots and the robot who shot me actually turned into... into... Jingying! God bless us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of us screamed and we ran in different directions, hoping to avoid the evil robots. After some time, I escaped from the cursed shopping centre and ran towards a park bench. Oh yes! Finally free of robots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Munch, munch, munch," I turned my head to see someone sitting beside me and devouring her food as if she had not been eating for days. Guess who? No no, not Elisa... It was... Jingying again... Yes, Jingying again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what happened to June, Joey and Elisa? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiaowei woke up before she could find us. Tsk. Why like that? I think only Jingying and Xiaowei survived. The rest of us must have been attacked by robots, so sad la! I've such a terrible fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird dream that Xiaowei had. So funny, yet scary at the same time. Hiyo, why must June turn into a robot and start shooting people? So evil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only the dream continues, I want to see what I end up as. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-112790253031843238?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/112790253031843238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=112790253031843238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/112790253031843238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/112790253031843238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-late.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-112687253100675020</id><published>2005-09-16T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T20:09:13.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Scribbles on my PHYSICS worksheet and at the same time plays with CHALK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR. TEACHER walk past and stares at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oops," but I ignore MR TEACHER and continue playing with chalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stare at my CHALKY and DUSTY pinafore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR. TEACHER walks past me yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR. TEACHER spots a photo sticking out from the pages of my diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR. TEACHER talks to me, "is this a photo of you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look up at MR. TEACHER, smack the table and says, "ya."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can I see?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR. TEACHER reaches out for the photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR. TEACHER says, "Oh, you and your father?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep silent and stop playing with chalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do my PHYSICS corrections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR. TEACHER speaks again, "your father looks like Geraint Wong."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-112687253100675020?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/112687253100675020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=112687253100675020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/112687253100675020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/112687253100675020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2005/09/scribbles-on-my-physics-worksheet-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-112678994507434357</id><published>2005-09-15T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T21:12:25.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>They say I walk as if I&lt;br /&gt;-AM A PAI KIA (but I'm not even though I qualify, I don't choose to take the pia kia route)&lt;br /&gt;-HATE SCHOOL (but I don't)&lt;br /&gt;-WANT TO KILL PEOPLE (I want to kill many people, just don't know how and who to start with)&lt;br /&gt;-WANT TO FIGHT LIKE THAT&lt;br /&gt;-AM VERY DAO (I am so not dao lo, I mean, depends on who I see la)&lt;br /&gt;-SUFFERING FROM DEPRESSION (like, ha ha.)&lt;br /&gt;-AM VERY VERY VERY CRAZY (true la)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say&lt;br /&gt;-JUNE AND I LOVE ENTERTAINING OURSELVES (that makes us sound like nutcases)&lt;br /&gt;-I INFLUENCE PEOPLE EASILY, LIKE PEOPLE WHO WALK BESIDE ME LOOK LIKE PAI KIA (wah piang, what is this man?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-112678994507434357?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/112678994507434357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=112678994507434357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/112678994507434357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/112678994507434357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2005/09/they-say-i-walk-as-if-i-am-pai-kia-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-112653496391002957</id><published>2005-09-12T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T20:58:17.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>From today onwards, HISTORY is history for us.&lt;br /&gt;(YAY!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From today onwards, I'll learn to appreciate History. &lt;br /&gt;(BUT WHAT'S THE POINT?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From today onwards, I'll try to appreciate my History teacher.&lt;br /&gt;(WHAT FOR? YOU MIGHT NOT BE SEEING THEM AGAIN.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From today onwards, I'll never lay my hands on my History textbook ever again.&lt;br /&gt;(NO, I MUST LAY MY HANDS ON MY HISTORY TEXTBOOK, I DON'T WANT TO BE PUNISHED FOR NOT BRINGING MY TEXTBOOK.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From today onwards, we'll forget about war and communism.&lt;br /&gt;(TOMORROW: CHAPTER 11 AND ONWARDS ABOUT INDEPENDENT SINGAPORE)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-112653496391002957?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/112653496391002957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=112653496391002957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/112653496391002957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/112653496391002957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2005/09/from-today-onwards-history-is-history.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-112634627777545134</id><published>2005-09-10T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T17:57:57.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ZHUANG QIANG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, nevermind. Keep COOL in the TOUGHEST conditions, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out with Davin, Raph and THE SMALL ONE (don't know his name). &lt;br /&gt;*GLARES AT JUNEE* &lt;br /&gt;Watched the LONGEST YARD, even though I wasn't so keen to watch football.&lt;br /&gt;*GLARES AT ELISA*&lt;br /&gt;Nice seating arrangement, two-four&lt;br /&gt;*GLARES AT THE BOYS*&lt;br /&gt;But nevermind, we got the boys to sit alone and one of them had to move to our side.&lt;br /&gt;*GLARES AT DAVIN*&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't Davin who came to sit beside June, even though we knew he badly wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;The movie's so funny and the scenes are so... so... so... Hiya, nevermind, cannot find the right word. But everyine in the cinema burst out laughing. The football match's exciting but ELISA, can you not hug me and start bouncing in your seat during the movie?&lt;br /&gt;*GLARES AT ELISA AGAIN*&lt;br /&gt;The movie's about PRISONERS vs GUARDS.&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of STUDENTS vs TEACHERS. (So fun! But haiz, too bad... I just suck at basketball and all other balls.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we are all back to the same awkward state like 08082005 and this is because they are treating us like girls, I mean, they just walk behind us and... Ya, they just walk behind us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hiya, Davin should seriously take the initiative to talk to June, afterall, isn't that what the whole meeting supposed to be? Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were about to leave when June thought of eating Seoul Garden. We ate Sakae Sushi in the end, and ok la, quite nice. Ate quite alot and *BURP* (excuse me) felt so bloated. It was pleasure trying to stuff the BAMBOO STICK with food, seeing that she has become more BAMBOO during the hols. She seriously looks as if she's suffering from MALNUTRITION. Sad case...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys left and June brought me for a tour around Guardian to look for a $3 stuff that can keep women going (P.S Don't think DIRTY). I don't understand why June thought of buying that as a GIFT, but anyone who recieved it would be going "What the hell! You ASS!" Such funny ideas that the BAMBOO STICK keeps in her head and right, I don't know why, but she can actually think of sanitary pads and breast enhancement stuff as gifts. Of course she DID NOT buy them and instead got something else. The person (whom June will be giving the gift to) will be so glad to know that at least June has been kept sane, even though the gift that June bought was not exactly sensible seeing that the person will have no use for it coz her skin tone's beyond hope (OOPS!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Elisa's house after that and studied History while lying on those beach chairs less than a meter away from the swimming pool. I had this sudden urge to jump into the cool water, but haiz, if only I brought my swimming costume. Tried to concentrate on SHORTAGES OF HOUSING but Elisa's voice kept droning into my ears and all I had in my mind was LEE KUAN YEE and DAVID MARSHAL. Thanks a lot Elisa, I just couldn't study any longer, so I asked her to walk me to the nearest bus stop, but she kept reading off the History textbook, oh well... I wouldn't care anymore. Nearly missed the bus (although I wished I did missed the bus, seeing that several 853 passed me before Grace came) and I reached there at 7.30. Read a few chunks of History but *POOP* everything disappeared the moment they went into my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHARISMATIC! ((:&lt;br /&gt;First time hear him sing.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened in the end was a stupid mistake. Crap. CRAZY ASS. Hurr!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-112634627777545134?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/112634627777545134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=112634627777545134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/112634627777545134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/112634627777545134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2005/09/zhuang-qiang-ok-nevermind.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-112615308828556086</id><published>2005-09-08T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T12:18:09.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finished reading Harry Potter in three days when I'm supposed to be studying for the stupid HISTORY exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next monday onwards, HISTORY will be HISTORY for us Sec 2s, yes! I'm so looking forward to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.K ROWLING is such a SPOILER! The GOOD died and the BAD survived. ): And the ending is so CHEAT OUR FEELINGS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-112615308828556086?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/112615308828556086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=112615308828556086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/112615308828556086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/112615308828556086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2005/09/finished-reading-harry-potter-in-three.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-112591032740141223</id><published>2005-09-05T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T16:53:47.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;FUNNY THOUGHTS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people say, "I'm so tired it's not even funny" or "my head hurts so much it's not even funny", why would it even be funny in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the sky is the limit, then what is space, over the limit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't the 'good things that come to those who wait'? Then just the leftovers from the people that got there first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cute as a button" Is that supposed to be a compliment? Since when are buttons cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why aren't marbles made of marble? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does the last piece of ice always stick to the bottom of the cup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the first person to look at a cow and say, "I think I'll squeeze these dangly things here and drink what comes out"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the first person to say, "See that chicken over there ... I'm gonna eat the first thing that comes out if its butt"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If electricity comes from electrons, does morality come from morons?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do illiterate people get the full effect of Alphabet soup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you get cornered in a round room? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we wash behind our ears? Who really looks there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it illegal to park in a handicapped parking space but its ok to use a handicapped toilet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come we say 'It's colder than hell outside' when isn't it realistically always colder than hell since hell is supposed to be fire and brimstone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever noticed that if you rearranged the letters in mother in law, they come out to Woman Hitler?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it funny how the word 'politics' is made up of the words 'poli' meaning 'many' in Latin, and 'tics' as in 'bloodsucking creatures'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come you play at a recital, but recite at a play?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If heat rises, then shouldn't hell be cold?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do companies offer you "free gifts?" Since when has a gift NOT been &lt;br /&gt;free?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If something "goes without saying," why do people still say it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it when some products you have to turn it upside down to read the directions, and the directions say do not turn upside down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why aren't safety pins as safe as they say they are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people say, "You can't have your cake and eat it too"? Why would someone get cake if they can't eat it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is Charlie short for Charles if they are both the same number of letters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since bread is square, then why is sandwich meat round?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If money doesn't grow on trees then why do banks have branches?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it when we laugh in school the teachers say do you find something funny? When obviously we do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you have to "put your two cents in" but it's only a "penny for your&lt;br /&gt;thoughts"? Where's that extra penny going too? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people say, "you've been working like a dog" when dogs just sit around all day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If money is the root of all evil then how come churches ask for it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Pringles are "so good that once you pop, you can't stop" why do they come with a resealable lid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it called 'after dark', when it is really after light?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do they say "an alarm going off," if it is really going on?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-112591032740141223?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/112591032740141223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=112591032740141223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/112591032740141223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/112591032740141223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2005/09/funny-thoughts-when-people-say-im-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-112573394554194743</id><published>2005-09-03T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T20:16:43.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Term 3 ended with Glenn Lim's MOTIVATION talk in the morning, then Christian Chua and Jerry Guan's FINANCIAL LITERACY talk after recess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glenn Lim's GREEN GRASS production is nice, once a DRUG ADDICT now a PASTOR and COUNSELLOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian Chua and Jerry Guan, WHOA! They talk as if money's so easy to earn and Christian Chua even threw money to the students. If bai4 ta1 men2 wei2 shi1, we'll be rich in no time, haha, $2 to start a business, chao PRO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipped SO coz of gastric flu, like what the, all the abdominal wind in my stomach kept escaping, you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open house today, played MANTRAS for 8 times, all EMPTY CHAIRS, don't know for who to sit, seventh month not over yet, eeyer. Not many people turned up and hiyo, it's mostly the St Nicks' people who watched our performance, sick la. Ended at 2, so boring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad that I won the Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince book. ((: No need to waste FORTY over SINGAPORE DOLLARS or HUNDRED AND THIRTY TWO HONGKONG DOLLARS. Yippee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-112573394554194743?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/112573394554194743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=112573394554194743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/112573394554194743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/112573394554194743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2005/09/term-3-ended-with-glenn-lims.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-112541176433811853</id><published>2005-08-30T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T22:22:44.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SCREWED! IT'S ALL SCREWED UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVERMIND, shan't really bother, IT'S OVER! YAY! Can STUDY IN PEACE finally. Phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMNIMAX THEATURE:&lt;br /&gt;I feel like puking, it wasn't like that last time! Last time was so FUN! Now it's like... I rather sleep, and I slept while hearing all the CHROMATICS in my head. YUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INFORMATION LECTURE:&lt;br /&gt;I barely heard a word, I had to leave early for this screwed violin exam. ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all had a great time at Science centre, abit I stuck in the room, face to face with that ANG-MOH EXAMINER. HIYA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-112541176433811853?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/112541176433811853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=112541176433811853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/112541176433811853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/112541176433811853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2005/08/screwed-its-all-screwed-up-nevermind.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-112531041301491111</id><published>2005-08-29T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T18:13:33.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FIRST day of ENRICHMENT WEEK has passed. First to LITTLE INDIA then to MARINA PROMENADE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAKFAST at MACS, FIRST TIME the school's starting at 8.45, weird arrangement, but nevermind, hmm, wish we could have more of this kind of breakfast, with about EIGHT people squeezing in 3 TABLES, 6 CHAIRS? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;SPOILERS OUT OF BOUNDS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LITTLE INDIA:&lt;br /&gt;Oooh Lala~ Haha. I LOVE BRUNCH at DON'T KNOW WHAT RESTAURANT. It's nice, you people don't know how to appreciate INDIAN FOOD huh? In the end, I eat MOST of your food. Haha. I LOVE PAPADUM. ((: The waiter must have heard me screaming for PAPADUM, coz the next minute, he brought 6 PAPADUMS, and I ate MOST of it again. Hiyo, you all, DON'T KNOW WHAT IS GOOD FOOD. Haha. Went out of the restaurant and the whole road's EMPTY except for a RED MAZDA THREE CAR. o_0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARINA PROMENADE:&lt;br /&gt;AIR-CON! FINALLY GOT AIR-CON! (:&lt;br /&gt;ZHENG HE discovered AMERICA 70 years ago before COLUMBUS did! Haha. His ship is the size of our NATIONAL STADIUM, oh man! PRO PRO PRO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-112531041301491111?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/112531041301491111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=112531041301491111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/112531041301491111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/112531041301491111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2005/08/first-day-of-enrichment-week-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-112524236339169130</id><published>2005-08-28T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T23:19:23.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HOW TO REMOVE A LEECH THAT IS SO SPOILING MY BREAKFAST?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, do I have the right to say anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH, NVM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TMR WIL BE FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIGHT BE FUN IF THERE AREN'T SPOILERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICE DAY TOMORROW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOPEFULLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU! ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-112524236339169130?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/112524236339169130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=112524236339169130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/112524236339169130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/112524236339169130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2005/08/how-to-remove-leech-that-is-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-112513475385814516</id><published>2005-08-27T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T18:10:54.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EYE to EYE = CHEMISTRY ((:&lt;br /&gt;COOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNFORTUNATELY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLIND is DEAD. &lt;br /&gt;PANCAKE is DEAD. &lt;br /&gt;ORANGE is DEAD. &lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE's DEAD. &lt;br /&gt;DIED coz of SWOLLEN MOUTH. &lt;br /&gt;I LOVE PANCAKE!&lt;br /&gt;BUT it's DEAD. &lt;br /&gt;SAD. &lt;br /&gt;MOURN the DEATH of THREE HAMSTERS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-112513475385814516?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/112513475385814516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=112513475385814516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/112513475385814516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/112513475385814516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2005/08/eye-to-eye-chemistry-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-112497890540158048</id><published>2005-08-25T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T22:08:25.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had sectionals but I didn't bring my violin, so I practically STONED in class, listened to them play MANTRAS while doing my INDIAN DANCE ESSAY. Stared into air and in the end, I wrote less then twenty words, it's not even a sentence la! GRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah! Three MITS-y people, namely Karen, Shu Ling and Grace, ERRRRRHMMMM ERRHMM! Oh well, the first time you all called me out, he saw me and then I frozed like wooden block, so expressionless, no fun! Hahah, but nevermind. I met him at the stairs a minute after the break ended, I almost wanted to laugh, haha, but he smiled anyway. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continued to STONE until 4.30, when the MITS talk ended, saw him again la. Then continued STONING again until 5.30 while waiting for Karen and Shu Ling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Left Karen alone when Shu Ling and I alighted at Khatib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bye people!"&lt;br /&gt;"Bye!"&lt;br /&gt;"Ey! You're alighting here too?!"&lt;br /&gt;"I thought you alight at Yishun!"&lt;br /&gt;"No, I thought YOU alight at Yishun!"&lt;br /&gt;"I thought you alight at Yishun!"&lt;br /&gt;"I thought YOU alight at Yishun!"&lt;br /&gt;This went on for don't know how many times. So comic!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-112497890540158048?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/112497890540158048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=112497890540158048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/112497890540158048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/112497890540158048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2005/08/had-sectionals-but-i-didnt-bring-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-112489457052147828</id><published>2005-08-24T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T22:42:50.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lee &lt;strong&gt;Sum Wan&lt;/strong&gt; : Hello, can I speak to &lt;strong&gt;Annie Wan&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. &lt;strong&gt;Saw Lee&lt;/strong&gt; : Yes, you can speak to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee &lt;strong&gt;Sum Wan&lt;/strong&gt; : No, I want to speak to &lt;strong&gt;Annie Wan&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. &lt;strong&gt;Saw Lee&lt;/strong&gt; : You are talking to someone! Who is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee &lt;strong&gt;Sum Wan&lt;/strong&gt; : I'm &lt;strong&gt;Sum Wan&lt;/strong&gt; .And I need to talk to &lt;strong&gt;Annie Wan&lt;/strong&gt;! It's&lt;br /&gt;urgent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. &lt;strong&gt;Saw Lee&lt;/strong&gt; : I know u are someone and u want to talk to anyone!&lt;br /&gt;But what's this urgent matter about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee &lt;strong&gt;Sum Wan&lt;/strong&gt; : Well just tell my sister &lt;strong&gt;Annie Wan&lt;/strong&gt; that our brother, &lt;strong&gt;Noe Wan&lt;/strong&gt; was involved in an accident. &lt;strong&gt;Noe wan&lt;/strong&gt; got injured and now &lt;strong&gt;Noe Wan&lt;/strong&gt; is being sent to the hospital. Right now &lt;strong&gt;Avery Wan&lt;/strong&gt; is on his way to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.&lt;strong&gt; Saw Lee&lt;/strong&gt; : Look if no one was injured and no one was sent to the hospital from the accident that isn't an urgent matter! You may find this hilarious but I don't have time for this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee &lt;strong&gt;Sum Wan&lt;/strong&gt; : You are so rude! Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. &lt;strong&gt;Saw Lee&lt;/strong&gt; : I'm &lt;strong&gt;Saw Lee&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee &lt;strong&gt;Sum Wan&lt;/strong&gt; : You should be sorry. Now give me your name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-112489457052147828?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/112489457052147828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=112489457052147828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/112489457052147828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/112489457052147828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2005/08/lee-sum-wan-hello-can-i-speak-to-annie.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13541384.post-112480686115256051</id><published>2005-08-23T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T22:21:01.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Basketball.&lt;br /&gt;Not like I have a choice to not touch those hazardous balls. Oh well, quite fun la, but so malu la! Keep crashing into er, someone. Grr. Stupid stupid. Great, now back to Indian Dance essay, how SWEET.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13541384-112480686115256051?l=--untitled-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/feeds/112480686115256051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13541384&amp;postID=112480686115256051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/112480686115256051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13541384/posts/default/112480686115256051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://--untitled-.blogspot.com/2005/08/basketball.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
